Blessington Road

I'm dying like a dream in the morn

My heads pounding like a drum

The kind where you wish you were never born

But I get up and head straight for the door

Take me to Blessington Road tonight

To cure my heart

I spent my last dime on a ride

An old beat up Ford and a bottle of rye

Drop me off at The Fly

I'll hitch it North up 49

Just take me to Blessington Road tonight

To cure my heart

A lady on the telephone

Said being homesick is when you're scared to be alone

But the night grew on and on

And I thought to myself I'm already home

Just take me to Blessington Road tonight

To cure my heart