James Reyne
James Reyne
James Reyne
James Reyne
James Reyne
James Reyne
James Reyne
James Reyne
James Reyne
James Reyne
James Reyne
James Reyne
James Reyne
Unhitch that wagon
Unhitch that star
I'll take my moonbeams
Home in a jar
Yes, I come stumbling
Home to this bed
These words come tumbling
Best left unsaid
And in the middle of it
You make a riddle of it
Where do we go from here
And in the middle of it
You say you really love it
But that it won't last a year
Where will I hide my face
Where am I going to run
Whose gonna take your place
After you've gone
Blankets of roses
To make my bed
One stoney pillow
To lay my head
And in the middle of it
You make a riddle of it
Where do we go from here
And in the middle of it
You say you really love it
But that it won't last a year
Where will I hide my face
Where am I going to run
Whose gonna take your place
After you've gone
After you've gone
And in the middle of it
You make a riddle of it
Where do we go from here
And in the middle of it
You say you really love it
But that it won't last a year
Where will I hide my face
Where am I going to run
Whose gonna take your place
After you've gone
Where will I hide my face
Where am I going to run
Whose gonna take your place
After you've gone
After you've gone
After you've gone
After you've gone