This is a story about a family of tales
Voz Khankhomba and his innocent tale
He'd been living alone for too long
That neon queen,
Emerson,
preached out death, and they was so
blown out and feeling tight
And everything was alright,
so we stopped for a night
I was waiting for the elevator,
when the checkout girl saw a tight sweater
And did she look my way?
No, I just couldn't say
Emerson,
she was a woman gone
from love
Emerson,
she was a woman gone
from love
I hadn't been in my room from midway When the phone rang,
I picked it up,
I said
It's me, babe She knocked me off of my feet
Emerson was the name they gave her Said,
come on down and see me later
I said, alright,
maybe later tonight Emerson,
she was a woman gone from love
Well, we were a cup of coffee and a cigarette
Told me a story I still can't forget
Turned from love,
had too many times Said there was love,
she could die
Emerson,
she was a woman
gone
from love Emerson,
she was a woman gone
from love
Emerson,
she was a woman gone
from love Emerson,
she was a woman gone from love