Album: The Ballad of Willy Robbins
He lets it all die
in his house he lies
he’s reminded why
his bitterness reigns
Oh, he’s the kind of one
to find reasons to run
he’s the kind
searching for the sun
Well there’s many lost now, drugged out, deluded in the heat
Sir, I’m young still, hope-filled, not one of em’s me
So he goes on lookin’
yet it creeps up on him
a fear he hides
all in vain
No he wasn’t one to wear
his burdens or despair
no it seemed like he didn’t care
despite all that changed
Oh, what’s done is done
and left unwon
leave behind
and go searching for the sun
Well there’s many lost now, drugged out
deluded in the heat
Sir, I’m young still, hope-filled
not one of em’s me
and what's done is done
and what is left unwon
leave behind
and go searching for the sun