(Rupert Webb)

This song is about a man who has lost in love and lost everything. He might be a vagrant, or just searching for meaning on a long journey.

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An old romantic dreams of a time that isn’t there From within his crumbling hovel on the threshold of despair The Sunday morning throbbing cuts deep into his soul Since he begged his evening fancies at the local watering hole I should have seen the forecast for another rainy day It’ll leave my memory dirty, but wash my sins away And now my destination looks fallen and forlorn I’ll spend the morning on the roadside while my shadow starts to form I often think about you in a time that’s all but gone I remember strange emotions when you and me were one You screwed those years of happiness, they’re never coming back So XXXXXX XXXX XXXXXXX XXX XXXXXXX XXXX XX XXXXXXXXXX XX XX XXXX XXX XXXXXX XXXX XX XXXXXXXXX XXX XXXXX XXX XXXXXX XXX XXXX XXX XXX XXXXXXXXX XXXXXXX XXXX XXXXXX XX XXXXX X XXXXXX XX XXX XXX XX XX XXX XXXX XXX XXX XXXXXXX XXX XXX XXXX XXX XXXXX XXXX XXXXXXX XXXXXXX XXX XX XXXX XXXXXX XX XXXXX

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