Rough Silk
Savannah
[Music : Doernberg, Wunderlich / Lyrics : Doernberg]
Another smoky venue and another long haired band.
Another storm of clapping hands `till the bus rolls again.
Alone in my hotel room with the TV on at night
just to kill the hurting silence after all that noise and light.
And with every mile and every town and every curtain fallin? down
I start to feel more like a clown while the roadies start to load.
Like a drifter on a tumbleweed
- addicted to the sound of speed
- already dead but on my feet
and still on the road
Cry for me - my misery -
From Letras Mania