Nhạc sĩ: Isaac Slade, Joe King
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I found God on the corner of First and Amistad
Where the West was all but one
All alone,
smoking his last cigarette
I said, where you been?
He said, ask anything
Where were you when everything was falling apart?
All my days spent by the telephone It never rang
And all I needed was a call It never came
From the corner of First and Amistad Lost and insecure
You found me,
you found me lying on the floor Surrounded,
surrounded, why'd you have to
wait?
Where were you,
where were you just a little late?
You found me,
you found me Early morning,
city breaks
I've been calling
For years and years and years and years
And you never left me no messages You never sent me no letters
You got some kind of nerve Taking all I want
Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me lying on the floor
Where were you,
where were you lost and insecure?
You found me,
you found me lying on the floor Surrounded,
surrounded,
why'd you have to
wait?
Where were you,
where were you just a little late?
You found me,
you found me You found me,
why'd you have to wait?
To find me,
to find me