Artist: | Michael Reisman (English) |
User: | reisman.michael |
Duration: | 130 seconds |
Delay: | 12 seconds |
Chord names: | Not defined |
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Comment: | - |
In A world of four leaf clovers there's a boy who walks with three
You can see him out the window underneath the cherry tree
His soul is filled with anger and his face is grey with tears
wishing bad that he was older for the wisdom of the years
In a state of greed and liars there's a man who wats the truth
And he's starin out the window neath the second story roof
His throat is dry from screaminf and his face has grown too long
Wishin so bad he was younger. he wouldn't need to be so strong
Unmade beds and record needles never meant a thing to me
And all your rules and regulations I'll defy until I'm free
Understanding isn't easy with the roles you gotta be
not from all the late nights talking but from days that fall between
early breakfast at the diner, sunrise fishin off the dock
endless drives into manhattan, radio at classic rock
When a man finds he is drowning in the deep end of the pool
He will panic for some reason cause he followed all the rules
Now the boy must walk beside him, as the weight begins to shift
Off the old man's sickly shoulders to the younger steady grip
Then the boy must sit beside him, take his head upon his chest
keep the house on its foundation, so the man can finally rest
He no more looks out the window and the cherry tree is gone
Understanding is accomplished between a father and his son
Unmade beds and record needles never meant a thing to me
All our trials and tribulations, keep in mind because I'm free...