Behold your crooked fingers
Invite me out to see
Don't want to watch you leaving
I hope
The road will set you free
Free
I'll wait
I feel now man's heart complaint
With so much pain I must be a saint
I hear now man's heart complaint
With so much pain I must be a saint
The road may rise to meet you
Or lead you to the edge
I'll wait
I feel now man's heart complaint
With so much pain I must be a saint
I hear now man's heart complaint
With so much pain I must be a saint
Try to smile
Just try to smile
Writer(s): Morton Baird
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