Ghosts of Memories - Written and read by Hank Beukema I hear the whispers everywhere Some I almost recognize Her red hair on her shoulders Her fingers on my thighs. [Baby dont want to leave me Im living enough for two, The whiskey helps the pills go down Whats a proud man gonna do?] Its only when theyre talking That my mind seems to work at all, She brought the glory to October In the Hudson Valley fall. [We drove across those amber plains Nuthin but loving on our minds, The music helped the pain go down We followed the white lines.] She loved to talk to Mickey Theyd cough and wheeze all night There were nights when we were almost sane There were days the sun was bright. [Baby dont want to leave me Im living enough for two, The whiskey helps the pills go down Whats a proud man gonna do?] Every night about this time The whispers seem to stop She left a nightgown on my door The other shoe shouldnt drop. [We drove across those amber plains Nuthin but loving on our minds, The music helped the pain go down We were two times two of a kind.] I hear the whispers everywhere Some I almost recognize Her red hair on her shoulders Her fingers on my thighs. Ghosts of memories dont linger I chant that every night Waiting for a day when Im almost sane And a night when the stars are bright. Ghosts of memories dont linger I chant that every night Waiting for a day when Im almost sane And a night when the stars are bright. Hank Beukema - Copyright revbuckmanmusic - 2011 Music by Joe Satriani
Posted on: Wed, 20 Aug 2014 12:06:11 +0000
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