In Lonesome Times - Lucero

In lonesome times

I picture your face

It’s so easy to find

But you’re so hard to please

In lonesome times

I still hear your voice

Brings me to my knees

With the feelings I can not avoid

Well I don’t find much comfort going out at night

Walking these streets beneath the bright city lights

And the dark country roads don’t take me no where

And I’m stuck, and I’m tired, and it ain’t no fair to be this worn out

To feel this low down

In lonesome times

In lonesome times, I still feel you breath

Quietly in the dark

As you lay there next to me

And I don’t find much comfort going out at night, beneath the bright city light,

and the dark country roads don’t take me no where

And I’m stuck, and I’m tired, and it ain’t no fair to be this worn out

To feel this low down

In lonesome times

In Lonesome times

In lonesome times