(R.J. Johnson/Guiney/Reedy)
Feel the glow from the lampshade, its
the shadow that shows his age
He's an old man with a weathered soul, who
burned to live before he got
far too old
he tells stories to fill the space
Once he said, "it's so cold in early
November... and all the sky and trees
are a rust colored
Grey
I know her eyes still smile when I bring
her flowers... I took them
yesterday"
we put her down not long ago... close
enough to keep something to hold,
and far away from what she knew then...
on further out he stands alone, by the only thing he seems
to call his own
his eyes fill up again
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/TzfHe's an old man with a weathered soul who
burned to live before he got far
too old
he tells stories to fill the space
Once he said, "it's so cold in early
November... and all the sky and trees
are a rust colored
Grey
I know her eyes still smile when I bring
her flowers... I took them
yesterday"
..gets farther on his own.. it's the only
thing he still has to hold...
he's got stories to fill the
space
Now he says... "it's still cold in earl
November.. she keeps the sky
and trees their rust colored Grey
I know her eyes still smile when I bring her
flowers, I took them yesterday."