The Parting While on my way back home again Hands in pockets, looking glum Nothing to smile for, feet growing sore And nothing can lift me, I’m a bum So when I feel this way sometimes I seek the depths that lie beneath Where I can go but no one...
The Parting While on my way back home again Hands in pockets, looking glum Nothing to smile for, feet growing sore And nothing can lift me, I’m a bum So when I feel this way sometimes I seek the depths that lie beneath Where I can go but no one...