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Rush hour came crawling out of the best laid plans of noon
The vodka in the fridge at home sang with a haunting tune.
But I havenât heard a song I love in seven weeks or more
I wondered if that little bird wonât land here no more
You canât count tears in the ocean in the dying days of June
Iâve gone three miles in second gear and now Iâm down to first
Bring me a little water Sylvie, Iâm dying here of thirst
How can I tear the bottom out of these ass-drag blues?
If I cannot hack it here can I go back to paying dues?
You canât count tears in the ocean in the dying days of June
Well leave me here for dead is the song of my sigh
As I pull off at Queensland beach and let the traffic by
A southern breeze sings me home I wade in a western tune.
Well the sea may rake my sorrow back but it come crashing back too soon
You canât count tears in the ocean in the dying days of June
You canât count tears in the ocean in the dying days of June
- Album:
- Domestic Eccentric
- I Never Sang Before I Met You
- Tender Is the Night
- My Hands Are On Fire And Other Love Songs
- Tender Is the Night (Deluxe Edition)
- Selections From Tender Is The Night
- Sam the Record Man: Halifax 2004
- Hinterland
- Mole in the Ground
- Black Hen Music 2007 Sampler
- Proof of Love
- Black Hen Music: 2008 Sampler
- 41ème Festival Interceltique de Lorient
- Celtic Colours Live, Vol. 3