歌詞
He slipped the loop off the three strand gate
And tires clamored off down the track
He looked at the fields, at what might have been
You can't change the future by looking back
No you can't make it rain, or will the wind to stop its blowing
Can't change the future by looking back
It's the closest to death, save for dying
His shadow lay there flat on the ground
He yearned for the rain to come wash it away
You can't tell a story without making a sound
You can't slow the day, or knock the world off its axis
Can't tell a story without making a sound
She paid a fair price for trouble
This lonely world shone bright by the moon
She lay still in the ditch, as the buzzards undressed her
And the sun made its circles round the room
You can't take it back, as the world it keeps on spinning
And the sun made its circles round the room
In the long dark hours of burden
Morning feels like it's never gonna come
The stone of her love lay heavy on his heart
Like the horizon beneath the setting sun
You can name all the stars, but not their place in the sky
Like the horizon beneath the setting sun
You can't choose your fate, or lift the weight of the masses
Like the horizon beneath the setting sun.
Written by: Cahalen Morrison
