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Which ways up, and which ways down
I can't tell, since you left town
Oh I did it to myself I guess
So cut me off and send your best
I left my home, nobody followed
My living room, was dead and hollow
Now I'm forgotten like a dream
Oh they tell me, it's not as bad as it seems
Still I think I'll go and meet my maker
I'll stop on by the undertaker's
I'll leave my room, and leave myself
I'll leave my old and rusty timepiece on the shelf
I may lay down under an old tree
Far from where you'd find me
With dirt over my shoulders
Right where I used to hold her
I may fade out into nothin
I may turn into a dove
But the one that I'm most wanting
Doesn't care to feel my Love
Love was like a window
I could not break through
Time is like a ship out on the ocean
Maybe one day, will bring me back to you
WRITERS
John Gholson
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