Lonesome Road

So, so, so So blissful as I recall it Way back in the early spring Of last year, the change of seasons Had changed us and everything Around us. We found ourselves in a crisis We thought we had it all Till late summers fall But all good things come to an end I abhor you for leading me down This trail of distrust I can't turn around My little Miss Fortune Where have we gone wrong? This path of despair It cannot go on This harvest, we're reaping What we'd sown As time waits for nothing The weeds grow Down lonesome road Slow, slow, slow To come to I lay here silent And think of the things which led Us up to the point where we saw No reason for joining hands No effort to mend our fences Was made. It's a shame we go along Just to get along But all good things come to an end I abhor you for leading me down This trail of distrust I can't turn around My little Miss Fortune Where have we gone wrong? This path of despair It cannot go on This harvest, we're reaping What we'd sown As time waits for nothing The weeds grow Down lonesome road Down lonesome road Down lonesome road All good things come to an end I abhor you for leading me down This trail of distrust I can't turn around My little Miss Fortune Where have we gone wrong? This path of despair It cannot go on This harvest, we're reaping What we'd sown As time waits for nothing The weeds grow Down lonesome road