Inspired by meeting homeless people on city streets
lyrics
It could be you
Does my lover love me now?
Now I’ve got so much to tell,
Lying on the street,
No money, no food to eat,
Sunday’s are the worst,
No one will reach into their purse.
And now the rain falls,
It’s cold and I’ve got no walls,
To protect me,
I’m dying here but I am Free..
And I think of you
No one can love me now,
I’ve lost my feet somehow,
And how will this end,
Everything I got is drunk and spent..
And I think of you
F.C.
credits
from The Word,
released February 27, 2014
Bass: Brian Dolan
Percussion: Eddie Carroll
Trumpet: Brian Goggin
Guitar: Fergie Milton
Backing Vocals: Eddie Keenan/Aoife Doolin
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