Woke up late in the afternoon
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Sat up straight and rubbed my raccoon eyes
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Only to find the sun stopped shining down I saw the moon rise
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Bobby got killed last Saturday night
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And to most of us, it still hadn't sank in
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Except to Annie, his bride-to-be well she sank into a bottle of gin
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Still waiting for the cavalry to call, living like a refugee
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Still listening for the footsteps in the hall, when she comes back home to me
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Crawled to my feet and grabbed my shoes
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I was still in my clothes from the night before
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Walked through the house, it was empty and cold
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The floorboards creaked as I opened up the front door
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Stepped outside and was mystified by the countryside, it seemed so out of place
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Cause everywhere I looked, the only thing I could see was her face
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Still standing underneath the waterfall, trying to fill a cup of tea
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Still listening for the footsteps in the hall, when she comes back home to me
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If time slowed down I could understand
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How a breath of air is like a grain of sand
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And why it takes so long to make love last, no matter how well it's planned
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Given the time, the friends I left behind would surely disappear
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And I'll wake up once more on the bedroom floor, the way I've done after all of these years
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Still pounding wooden nails in the wall, still gonna paint my masterpiece
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Still listening for the footsteps in the hall, when she comes back home to me
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Footsteps In The Hall
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| Cletis Carr |
