Текст песни Steve Forbert - Late Winter Song
Steve Forbert - Late Winter Song слова песни
Ev`rybody`s waiting for the sun to shineWaiting on a springtime dayWaiting on tomorrow to unwrap their mindsWaiting till the sky`s not greyEv`rybody`s sitting on a cornflake shelfWond`ring what the tea leaves sayI would think it`s crazy, but I`m caught myselfTryna light my own dark wayI`ll take your hand and we`ll walk backDown to where the shade trees grewWe know something`s missingThat got lost back thereBack when I could talk to youEv`rybody`s tryna keep their heads held highStanding by the old iron gateList`ning to the sirens in the wind wail byWond`rin` why the postman`s lateEv`rybody`s tryna make the oil burn slowSure to let the pipes drip someTurnin` down the kettle till the coil don`t glowSweepin` up a mealtime crumbI`ll take your hand and we`ll walk backDown to where the shade trees grewWe know something`s missingThat got lost back thereBack when I could talk to youEv`ry body`s waiting on the moon to fillEven though it`s hard to seeI can feel it tuggin` on my window sillTryna keep a spell on meEv`ry night the whistle of the midnight trainRounds the bend at twelve-o-fiveAnd I`m always won`drin`If you`ll hear that sameSound out there on Kidwell DriveI`ll take your hand and we`ll walk backDown to where the shade trees grewWe know somethin`s missingThat got lost back thereBack when I could talk to you