Chris Rea
Chris Rea
Chris Rea
Chris Rea
Chris Rea
Chris Rea
Chris Rea
Chris Rea
Chris Rea
Chris Rea
Chris Rea
Chris Rea
Chris Rea
Chris Rea
Chris Rea
Chris Rea
Chris Rea
Chris Rea
Chris Rea
Chris Rea
See me moving without warning
Fast as my legs can run
And I'm hanging by thin wire
Been that way since I was young
Only the good Lord got his reasons
For turning on his own son
And he beat up on me real bad
Bad as a dog can be
He took every smile that I had
And he threw it all back at me
Only the good Lord got his reasons
Make you cry until your eyes can't see
Well he burned down all that I had
And left me beat and blind
Oh he dealt me pain and sorrow
And every fear that he could find
When a good Lord talked to Jesus
Guess I ain't what he had in mind
Oh when the good Lord talked to Jesus
I guess I ain't what he had in mind