Paroles:
10 4 Eleanor Too Bad

it to you, girl You made short work of me I'm played on as easily as a pipe When I'm made weak in the knees Was it just too hard to say what you were

: These streets are paved with bloody asphalt And all roads lead to the capital The people stand there holding their hands out And they're begging for

just flew away And I'm stagnant as the sky; a backdrop for your setting sun You drift westward with the stars I'll watch you float away It's too late

: I'm brave, or at least I used to be But another day is gone and you've gone away And that's ok, I've learned to live with my mistakes I keep them safely

: Looking back today at songs I wrote in this notebook: They were all for you. Looking back today at a history of forty pages. This will be the last

: Sit down if it suits you, darling. Pour yourself a drink. Because nothing gets you down when you're too drunk to think. I've got a two ton iron weight

Lift my head and see it through Because I don?t know what else to do Everything else just goes wrong All I can do is write these songs (And this song

Looking back today at songs I wrote in this notebook: They were all for you. Looking back today at a history of forty pages. This will be the last one

Sit down if it suits you, darling. Pour yourself a drink. Because nothing gets you down when you're too drunk to think. I've got a two ton iron weight