Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Another great Westerberg pun, but heartbreakingly sad. We are all familiar with the descriptor “untold”, meaning incredible, fantastic, never-before realized, thus untold. As usual, Westerberg finds a cloud in every silver lining, by turning the phrase upside down to make untold mean not told becaus...
They were gonna meet
On a Rocky Mountain street
Two bashful hearts beat in advance
Their hands were gonna sweat
It was all set
She ain't showed up yet
Still a good chance
It's a love untold
It's a love untold
Checking on her face
Checks his sleeve for his ace
And both just in case wear clean underwear
Games will be played
Excuses will be made
The stupid things they said
In their prayers
Oh about a love untold
It's a love untold
Soft hands slowly move across the blank white page
Thinking of words for my silent lips and fingers to obey
Soft hands slowly move across the blank white page
Thinking of words for my silent lips and fingers to obey
They were gonna meet on a crummy little street
It never came to be I'm told
Does anyone recall the saddest love of all
The one that lets you fall nothing to hold
It's the love untold...
Once upon a love untold
Just another love untold
They were gonna meet on a crummy little street
We were gonna meet on a crummy little street