Sometimes it seems like winter's end The weeks they just go on like a friend of mine The sadness, it has left a trace I think that you can see that on
As I walked down the road at set of sun, The lambs were coming homeward one by one. I heard a sheepbell softly calling them, Along the little road to
Translation: Winter, Johnny. Tobacco Road (Live).
Translation: Winter, Johnny. Road Runner.
Translation: Winter Solstice. The Hampton Roads 4th Annual Parade Of The Blind.
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: Sometimes it seems like winter's end The weeks they just go on like a friend of mine The sadness it has left a trace I think that you can see that
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a West Coast kick Holiday Road Holiday Road Holiday Road Holiday Road I've come back long ago Long way down the Holiday Road Holiday Road Holiday Road Holiday Road Holiday Road
the road [Chorus] And we can be anywhere and never leave home With your hand to hold... we are two for the road Two of a kind heart... two for the road
Sometimes it seems like winter's end The weeks they just go on like a friend of mine The sadness it has left a trace I think that you can see that on
Even your martyr wears his best suit to this affair logical reasoning is something you should shoot for I'll aim for the sky myself soaring above our
shine until it's sung No water running in the stream The saddest place we've ever been Everything I touched was golden Everything I loved got broken On the road
re-up Y'all niggaz shit on E, what a pi-ty Ain't it a shame how your man chose me And you wanna know why, it's mad simple Even in the winter, still pull
Pain, sorrow, tears Long, lonely years With love Having passed me by I could live a lie for you But truth is the road I choose Knowing all I need to do
day in me, I can also show if you and you may follow. Speak to me of summer, long winters longer than time can remember, Setting up of other roads,
soul. What you can't see, can't be very whole. Speak to me of summer, long winters longer than time can remember, Setting up of other roads, travel on
tell a soul What you can't see, can't be very whole Speak to me of summer, long winters longer than time can remember Setting up of other roads, travel
