confusion Metty the merchant of the sweatshop union and if using my head mean losing respect I chose what I

any warning) We’re the Loonies in the Bus Station, We’re the Loonies in the Bus Station, Everyone

You've close the door in front of me, I wait patiently outside And as the minutes tick away I feel my anger rise And who's the object of this rage,

This old house is falling down around my ears I'm drowning in a river of my tears When all my will is gone you hold me sway I need you at the

I called you today Wanting to change I never meant to hurt anyone Never meant for you to pull out your guns And feelings won't stay In this meager

More wishes than a thousand hearts can count for you More smiles than a merry-go-round The sweetest ending to a bedtime story told My love follows

It's feelin' longer now than it ever has before Another memory is another slammin' door it's gettin' too dark now to see Every photograph is

Gonna lay my burden down Gonna lay my body in the ground Cold clay against my skin But I don't care at all Can't seem to find my piece of mind So

My love stands before the open window Staring so far away He can almost feel the southern wind blow Almost touching my restless days He turns from

I want to run away, don't come out lookin' round Too busy dealing with it on my own he's right behind me, please God I can't be found don't cast