Lyrics

i didn't have the money
or the clothing
or the manners
or the time
to convince her or persuade her
that all her parents gave her
one way or another should be mine
i lived at the bottom
of the hill
and she lived at the top
momentum carried
her all the way down
but nothing could make her stop

oh those who weep behind your glory
those fellas you never see
they litter up your life story
and they look and act and sound like me

in low light
she was uptight
in sun she went away
well i misplaced my rulebook
so you can't judge the way I play
turn left in to this tree
and then go straight to my head
the saddest part of all
I remember everything she said

oh those who weep behind your glory
those fellas you never see
they litter up your life story
they look and act and sound like me

Written by Brendan Hines. ©2007 Not Going Further Productions (ASCAP). All rights reserved.