Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
You promised me you'd come back
I promised to wait
But I was a little too lonely
You were a little too late
Too many long nights alone
Not even a date
I was a little too lonely
You were a little too late
You never would write; you never would call
When I had the blues, you were havin' a ball
You thought that I'd be here to run to
But now I'm gonna do to you what I was done to
Too bad about you, my friend
Oh, it could have been great
But I was a little too lonely
You were a little too late
You never would write; you never would call
When I had the blues, you were havin' a ball
You thought that I'd be here to run to
But now I'm gonna do to you what I was done to
Too bad about you, my friend
Oh, it could have been great
But I was a little too lonely
And you were a little too late