8 Mile Road - Grant Lee Buffalo

Daisies in the chain

Woven in your hair that falls

Into a braid

Woven' round the statue’s toes

In the gardens you made

Bells that sing and chime

Little crystal bells that toll

All through the night

Never once did angels break

Away from your side

Won’t ya hurry home

Won’t ya hurry home

Hurry down that lone eight mile road

Won’t ya hurry home

Now your seeds are sewn

Hurry down that lone eight mile road

Poppies red and gold

Growin' wild as weeds beside

Yellow brick road

Growin' in the ditch where i

Sailed a milk carton boat

But how can you deny

When the spirit wraps in broad

Daylight

And it looks you right between

The eyes

Won’t ya hurry home

Won’t ya hurry home

Hurry down that lone eight mile road

Won’t ya hurry home

Now your leaves are strewn

Hurry down that lone eight mile road

Ooh

All those talkin' sculls

Ma they don’t scare me much

Not anymore

Think I finally got my head

'round the door

Won’t ya hurry home

Won’t ya hurry home

Hurry down that lone eight mile road

Won’t ya hurry home

While the breeze is blowin'

Hurry down that lone eight mile road

Won’t ya hurry home

Now won’t ya hurry home

Hurry down that lone eight mile road

Hurry home

Down that lone eight mile road

Hurry home

Hurry home

Down that lone eight mile road

Hurry home

Ooh ooh

Hurry home

Ooh ooh ooh