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A love song. (But they’re all love songs.)
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"If the great Phil Ochs were to rise from the dead today, he would probably be hailed as the new David Rovics." Andy Kershaw, BBC
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
Peak #91
Peak in subgenre #17
Author
David Rovics
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David Rovics 2003 All Rights Reserved
Uploaded
May 23, 2005
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MP3 8.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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A love song. (But they’re all love songs.)
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Driving down this highway once again on my own Make me think of other times I wasn't so alone When coming to this contry reminded me of you Made me think about your eyes and all the things we used to do I think about the river and I think about the park And all the things we did with a candle in the dark I think about our bedroom and the cafe down the street Where I spent so many hours weathering the heat (Chorus) I remember you Here beneath the cloudy sky I remember you And the times gone by I think about the passion and the things you said to me When the world was ours and we were lucky just to be I think about your tears and the gulf that seemed to grow I think about the winter sky and how it seemed to know I think of our final words and how you looked at me Like some sailor for the last time going out to sea I got into the taxi, saw the look within your eye You were saying see you soon, but you really meant goodbye (Chorus) Now I'm going down this lonely road, this land we used to share But if I go to your apartment I know you won't be there 'Cause I'm stuck here in this car with too much time to think And I can see you clearly every time I blink I'm looking at the asphalt, thinking of the past How things just seem to change and good things often do not last Life can be a bed of roses or a board of darts But it seems to me so often like a trail of broken hearts (Chorus) Created May, 2003 Copyright David Rovics 2003, all rights reserved
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