Matt McAndrew
Matt McAndrew
Matt McAndrew
Matt McAndrew
Matt McAndrew
Matt McAndrew
Matt McAndrew
Matt McAndrew
Matt McAndrew
Matt McAndrew
Matt McAndrew
Matt McAndrew
Matt McAndrew
I'm walkin' with regret
That we haven't grown up yet
And that no one knows how to act
The cozy corner store
Is a breath away from my door
And the angels are always at my back
You asked me for some change
As I shivered in the rain
And the flowers were blooming once again
Figurines on windowsills
Frozen as we swallow pills
I hope the medicine don't pull me down to you
Down to you
Where no mother ever cooks
Yes down to you
Where your life's an open book
Down to you where charity is kept at bay
Down to you where everybody walks away
In winter when it snows
We look just like Eskimos
And the cars are frozen to the street
In summer we go home
Where the island breezes blow
And we stamp the sand with our bare feet
I promised you a sweater
As to make your living better
And to stop the chatter of your teeth
But if my soul don't sell soon
Beneath the pale blue icy moon
I might bite right through this silver spoon
And go down to you
Where your heart is tried and true
Yes down to you
Where you're missing both your shoes
Down to you where you count pennies and you pray
Down to you with broken eyes where bodies lay