Letras
It used to be the East Side
That drug me down too far
I wallowed in my bad moods
Hollered in the dark
Spent all my time dying and losing
Every single thought to the precious tiny hand
Holding on and turning cold
Beating up old memories
Never good enough
Leaving all the laughter and your kindness way behind
Way behind
It used to be the squandered dollars from your sweat
Or the last words that I heard going out the door, you said
Now all the neighbors all remember
Fancy funeral homes that I never set a foot in
To comfort anyone
Beating up old memories
Never good enough
Leaving all the laughter and your kindness way behind
Way behind
Oh Lord, have mercy now and then
The shadows follow clouds
Too heavy with my tears to hold back even now
Beating up old memories
Never good enough
Leaving all your laughter and your kindness way behind
Way behind