wONKA bAR - Silver Line
Look at the night which waits before meA time I do not want to know
Was not too long ago you said bye to me
Thought shorter time to say hello
And now the air is growing warmer
As I sit right beside the phone
I see the people walking by with people and here I am alone
From here the cocktail sign is calling
Jamaican man said it is closed
I called the boss and ride and mother too now
To passersby I am a show
The only time my life's too heavy, is the time I have to bear the load
With nothing left to do but sit and wait now and watch the line it grows
Ohhhhhhh yeah now yeah
Ohhhhhhh yeah now yeah now yeah
Now I wanna be where I can't go
Walking through the streets without the snow
Be the place where someone waits for me, the place I know
How to get to be I just don't care
Wonder through the scene to find you there
True it is that nothing is for free no matter what they share
And now to make the most of this time, silver line
A story waiting for a moral, yeah, yeah, yeah
The second beer was free like the one that came before
The lights they wait for me and my feet are bare
As they feel the feel of the floor
Tomorrow I will be with the one I strongly adore
Another ticket free so I can do it over, do it over
Ohhhhhhh yeah now yeah
Ohhhhhhh yeah now yeah now yeah
Now I wanna be where I can't go
Wonder through the streets without the snow
Be the place where someone waits for me, the place I know
How to get to be I just don't care
Wonder through the scene to find you there
True it is that nothing is for free no matter what they share
And now to make the most of this time, silver line
A story waiting for a moral, yeah, yeah, yeah
The second beer was free like the one that came before
The lights they wait for me and my feet are bare
As they feel the feel of the floor
Tomorrow I will be with the one I strongly adore
Another ticket free so I can do it over, do it over
And now the eyes they close as he's drifting from his mind
The light is shining down and it's hard to see the line
Things they pass by quick but still places pass by slow
The air is going by but still breeze it barely blows
Written by:
Patrick Archbold
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