David Hope - Bad Year

It’s been a bad year, no doubt it

Some dark days with no way around it

long nights, thinking it over, wishing your was here on my shoulder

We’re all leaving

We’re all leaving

We’re all leaving

But some of us are just closer to the door.

When we got home to a house that was empty, she was first through the door threw her arms around me

as we stood there crying, we had no way of knowing that there in my arms way the next one going!

So the good times my friend can be hard to remember when Your stuck in the midst of an endless November

But we march to towards the end of this pointless winter drinking each drop of them from some crystal decanter

Copyright Words and music David Hope 2022