MATTHEW JORDAN lyrics : "Tom Waits"
Bout his Ol' 55
And the cars they may change
Yeah but people still drive
And some drive away
From the things they love most
Well it don't make no sense
But that's life I suppose
Well Tom Waits once stood
By a boy playing ball
And I didn't much notice
I just thought he was tall
But my father said son
You'll remember some day
It means more here and now
Than I ever could say
CHORUS:
And my voice ain't like whiskey
In a smoke-filled saloon
But I'm lit by the glow
Of that same grapefruit moon
And I may never quite
Have his way with a tune
But that don't mean it's easy
To give up too soon
And Cleveland came calling
It was right that they would
And some more people know now
That's all well and good
But I still got this dream
That I'll shake the man's hand
In a dive after midnight
By an old baby grand
CHORUS
No my voice ain't like whiskey
In a smoke-filled saloon
But I'm lit by the glow
Of that same grapefruit moon
And I may never quite
Have his way with a tune
But that don't mean it's easy
To give up too soon
Yeah God knows it's a crime
When you give up too soon
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