Clarke-Cole
I've got the lock on the low
I'm going back to New Mexico
Cold comfort and kerosene
Plain solitude
Guess I lost my touch
Those little things that used to mean so much
seem so insignificant
In the cold, cold light
Well, how wrong can you be?
And how long must it take to see
That your world
Can spin fine, without me
Now, there's nothing more to say
It's alright
People change
Well, you can paint me blue
And I could lay the whole thing on you
Or hold on ala Hollywood
O'Neil and McGraw
But the trouble with me
is that it took me so long to see
That the rain is pouring without you
And I've got nothing left to say
It's alright
People change
You can take my love
And bury it deep
And I'll take your love
And I'll bury it deep
I'll bury it deep
Well, how wrong can you be?
And how long must it take to see
That your world
Is turning, without me
Now, there's nothing more to say
It's alright
People change