Any of these things

Author // frits_tromp1
Posted in // Modern Times

Lost my brothers, lost my friends
Only the way this thing ends
Cheap and dirty in a bad motel
Wondering what it was you used to do so well

I had words, chords, and strings
Now I don’t have any of these things

Come and get me, Jesus
I don’t know
Come and get me cause I can’t go

© John Hiatt, 2018

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