Glenn Hughes
Glenn Hughes
Glenn Hughes
Glenn Hughes
Glenn Hughes
Glenn Hughes
Glenn Hughes
Glenn Hughes
Glenn Hughes
Glenn Hughes
Glenn Hughes
Glenn Hughes
Gone, she rides the dawn
Calm, before the storm
Now the angels cry
How will I get by?
It makes you fly it makes you run
It gets you high beyond the numb
Where did you go wrong?
Careless all along
So you sail away
No you could not stay
Why did you go
I just got to know
Fall on your knees
Call your disease