Music
5 minutes later
Against those who hope not love
You know it, but against your fate
Can't all be traced when you come from
There were times when he went missing
But you could always find his heart
When you head back to Kingston
You can find him on your own path
Do you strike those years from the wrecking
Do you take him to bed so fast
I know you want to pull your punches high
And I love you the way
And the phone rings in the morning
You can't pick it up half asleep
At times he'll call baby
At times he'll call you in defeat
Do you strike those years from the wrecking
Do you take him to bed so fast
I fared up to the back to turn the TV on
So sick of the gossip
Nothing's enough
Shut the radio down
It just plays charts
I better prep my old guitar
And hit it hard
Yeah, hit it hard
Hit it hard
Hit it hard
Hit it hard until the morning comes
A number boring headline
Some sensation in news
Drop it in the trash can
The fingers in news
I can't call on my phone
No one's out in my yard
I better prep my old guitar
And hit it
Hit it hard
