She says at last she didn’t see it coming
She didn’t see the storms
she couldn’t hear the winds
Soon she’ll cry, soon he’ll feel so lonely
Talking like a fool, waiting for morning
All the things that shine, they paled in her eyes
All the things that really matter
She brought them on a plate
But you threw it on the ground…
Threw it on the ground…
She says at least the Highway won’t be lying
Nor the stars in the East when winter’s slowly coming
Soon she’ll travel, soon she’ll be healing
And he’ll cry like a fool waiting for morning
All the things that shine, they paled in her eyes
All the things that really matter
She brought them on a plate
But you threw it on the ground…
Threw it on the ground…
All the things that shine, they paled in your eyes
All the things that really matter
She brought them on a plate
But you threw it on the ground…