Texty:
Cowboy Junkies At The End Of Paths Taken

cutting board behind Take it all, yeah, take it all Take it all but leave my cutting board behind Yeah, take it all, take it all, take it all, take

Keep it coming I've got your back Do not fear when I'm on deck A bigger lie I've never told A bigger story yet to unfold My only guarantee, I will fuck

Mouths to feed, shoes to buy Rent to pay, tears to dry Brand new world, I can't relate Let us choose to not participate Now open up, let me wander in

will come Someday soon, someday soon Find myself another heart to carry this weight Find another path to take Find myself another heart to carry this weight Find another path to take

Where'd you go my blue eyed saviour Where'd you go my darling one Lying on that field of honour Not sure what you're waiting on And she won't let him

Where'd you go my blue eyed saviour Where'd you go my darling one Lying on that field of honour Not sure what you're waiting on And she won't let him

see the end of time Or a new level Next time, alone We'll leave the others behind If you've gone and made your mind up 'bout leaving tomorrow Take it

The singer brought her to tears But they were my words not hers What I said, or didn't say It doesn't really matter anyway Beside me, you looked so

it's at For my little basquiat One day He'll be golden Maybe chosen Perhaps to lead One day He'll be shaken Maybe taken Perhaps to bleed My big girl