Lyrics: Mike Hadreas
Music: Mike Hadreas
Thought I saw you
Payphone on Rucker
Michelle, I still want to give in. Iād understand if you did
How long must we live right
Before we don't even have to try?
Wa-wa-wa
Wa-wa-wa
Note from your daughter
Drawing a three flowers
I still keep it with me
Does she still want to sing?
How long must we live right
Before we don't even have to try?
Wa-wa-wa
Wa-wa-wa
I hear the sound of a million drums
With no, no beat
Violins with no melody
I'm sick with it
Quiet
I don't blame you for wanting out
I'm kind of closed myself
No love, no, no amount
Never enough to go around