Guillaume Tendron
So much time to be lonely
I waste my time in smokey bars
So much time I have sorrow
I loose my soul in a whisky glass.
So much time to deal on street corners
I spend my life with a blind black Guy
I play the blues on a old folk guitar.
I loose my soul in the mood of dust
Any good girl to look after me
So much pain and misery
I spend my nights in a dirty bed
Near a waitress I need to pay.
So far to walk on the rocky roads
I carry my body until the next town
So much time to travel in bad lands
I have sunburst on my smashed head.
So much miles in a kittle wagon
I run away from dark nightmares
So much hours to stay under the rain
My bones are full of rust.
Your holly face smile behind a candle
Is it a beautifull dream, a piece of thrue
I see your eyes in a silver mirror
Enough time to feel better
Bigs Blacks clowds run away
I stay under your window,
A bird sing gospel like a preacherman
I look for love and try to find