Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Steve Forbert
Vocals
Todd Lanka
Bass Guitar
Caleb Estey
Drums
George Naha
Electric Guitar
Dave Biglin
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Forbert
Composer
Letra
Well the walls close in around you
And he won't be home tonight
He's out somewhere a-gamblin'
And perhaps he's in a fight
And yes, you know about the women
And you know there's three or four
Perhaps he's out there laughing
And dancing 'round the floor
And yes, you try to make the best of it
Which isn't much, I know
You thought you'd had your fill of it
But you see that wasn't so, ooh ooh ooh ooh
And now your babe's a-sleeping soundly
And you hang your head and think
He damn near broke your nose last night
And all he does is drink
And as the wind blows at the windows
And the clouds go by the moon
The walls close in around you
And your sadness fills the room
And yes, you try to make the best of it
Which isn't much, I know
You thought you'd had your fill of it
But you see that wasn't so, no no no no no, babe
You know you make your own decisions
And you live the life you choose
I watch it from the sidelines
And it sure gives me the blues
You know you shoulda found me waiting
Should you ever come around
I'm the one who really loves you
Why'd you drive your brother down?
And yes, you try to make the best of it
Which isn't much, I know
You thought you'd had your fill of it
But you see that wasn't so, no no no no no, babe
Written by: Steve Forbert
