@migu music@

Here comes sunday morning and were stuck in Bowling Green

Another postcard from a tired town

Everybody's hungry and we're short on gasoline

Nothing here but empty sky for miles around

And since it gets this way I guess I must have made an awful mess

I wish you best when all the rest goes wrong...

So love me just a little baby, I'm here on my knees

My heart plays like a fiddle baby but all you do is tease and

I'm begging please

You never said you loved me but I can read it in your eyes

You can't hide yourself no matter how you try

I'm sick of all the wanting and I'm trying to realize

How something so good could just on and pass us by

Now I can't regret the things we said nor nail them neath the coffin lid

My arms are lead, my sould is red for you

So love me just a little baby I'm here on my knees

My heart plays like a fiddle baby and all you do is tease and

I'm beggin please

I know sometimes it feels just like we never can agree

I know sometimes I feel so far away

But I don't believe in nothing that don't believe in me

And I don't believe you hear me when I say..

That someday you'll be sad like me, picked and tricked and had like me

And someday you'll be calling out my name..