It's the twilight hour As the sun goes down I see a flatbed Ford with a scrapyard load Rattle off through town The railroad crossing lights flash on There ain't no train in sight A crescent moon will soon ascend As day gives way to night And I feel home And I think how far away I got from home Back in the bad old days But I'm done turning diamonds to coal Now just before dinner time This old drunk comes knocking on my door Say he's looking for some girl who lived here Twenty-seven years ago The radio in the kitchen is playing 'Papa Was A Rolling Stone' And as he strolls away into the night And the streetlights flicker on I get to thinking about home And how sometimes there come a day When I try to get back home But all you can do is run away But I'm done turning diamonds to coal In love we find out who we are In sorrow we abide Our strength's revealed by what we build From the broken things inside But a day will come when you will know Which way you must choose to go To travel on and live alone Or turn yourself around and try to get back home Try to get back home And now way up high two jet planes Weave spider webs across the sky As that flatbed Ford has dropped his load Now there he goes swinging by And the silence gathering 'round this house Makes such a lovely sound That I know for sure that I am cured From turning diamonds, from turning diamonds to coal 'Cause I feel home and I'm done turning diamonds to coal Yes, I'm done turning diamonds to coal Yes, I'm done turning diamonds to coal Yes, I'm done turning diamonds to coal Yes, I'm done turning diamonds to coal © CHRYSALIS SONGS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com