A folk rock ballad about lost love and emotional paralysis.
Music and lyrics by Morry Campbell
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fiogf49gjkf0d I leave to see you at the train, to spot you, to stop you. But all that I can do is sit and watch it pull away, so I won't be bringing you back home today. I drive to get you off my mind. Regret you. Forget you. But your ghost is in my mirror, and my resolve is blown away. Still I won't be bringing you back home today. Well, the light at the end of the tunnel must be too far away, and I won't be bringing you back home today. I stop to call you on the phone. I miss you. I miss you. But then you pick it up and I don't know what I can say, and I won't be bringing you back home today. Well, the light at the end of the tunnel must be too far away, and I won't be bringing you back home today.
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