When The Night Comes Falling by Jeff Healy
Friday, July 20th, 2007Look out across the fields, see me returning
Smoke is in your eyes, you draw a smile
From the fireplace where my letters to you are burning,
you’ve had time to think about it for a while
Well, I’ve walked two hundred miles, look me over
Its the end of the chase and the moon is high
It won’t matter who […]
