Chur Ava Baالנسני
I woke up late in the afternoon I sat
up straight and rubbed my raccoon eyes
Only to find that the sun stopped shining down
I saw the moon rise
Bobby got killed last Saturday night
and most of us still hadn't sank in
Except Annie,
his bride-to-be,
well,
she sank into a bottle of gin
Still waiting for the cavalry to call Living like a refugee
Still listening for the footsteps
in the hall When she comes back home
to me
Crawled to my feet and grabbed my shoes I
was still in my clothes from the night before
Walked through the house,
it was empty and cold The floorboards
creaked as I opened up the front door
Stepped outside and was mystified by the
countryside It seemed so out of place
Cause everywhere I looked the only thing I could see was her face
Still standing underneath the waterfall Trying to fill a cup of tea
Still listening for the footsteps
in the hall When she comes back home
to me
With time slowed down I can understand Why
a breath of air is like a grain of sand
And why it takes so long to make love
last No matter how well it's planned
Given the time the friends I've left behind Would surely disappear
And I wake up once more on the bedroom
floor The way I've done for all these years
Still pounding wooden mills in the
wall Still gonna paint my masterpiece
Still listening for the footsteps in
the hall When she comes back home to me