Listen Close - Maylene and the Sons of Disaster

It’s been a while and a million miles

Since I’ve seen the sun shine on your face

A long time coming, but now I’m running back home

The southern pines and the neon signs

And every back road between the two

Out of sight don’t mean out of mind to me Carry on this way

I’m singing to you from somewhere tonight

Am I getting through?

Is it getting through?

I choke on every word

And it never comes out right

This would be so much easier standing right next to you

I didn’t know what I was looking for

But I found it when I took your hand

That cheshire smile still cuts me down to the bone

Preacher says, «it's for rich or poor»

We see a lot of the latter of two

I’ve been gone so long

I’m afraid I might be losing you

Carry on this way

I’m singing to you from somewhere tonight

Am I getting through?

Is it getting through?

I choke on every word

And it never comes out right

This would be so much easier standing right next to you