Tales Of Coming News

I'm so tired of hearing tales of coming news,

Telling tales of a changing sky.

It's just a shame i didn't notice you,

Til someone i loved had to die.

What made us think that this was so different?

Who is driving behind those things you say?

Why do you insult me and my friends?

Who are my friends anyway?

I've spent my life lying now i pay the price…

Are these really words of a young man or a worthless human life?

I don't mean to scare you with the things i say,

I take it back, yes, it's a beautiful day.

I watched you from the beach when your ship sailed,

You made it clear that nothing stays the same.

It's getting darker i wonder if you can tell.

I wonder when did all that change?

You never used to let me go unfed,

I was so distracted i never saw the rain.

You promised you meant every word you said,

I wonder when did all that change?

It hurts so bad to hear such pretty words coming from somebody like you.

I've been looking for so long that i've lost touch

With what's the best something to do.

I've got a friend who makes good choices,

Everybody likes the way that he sees things.

I've got a problem and it walks me daily,

Can't you see no one’s proud of me?

It's a long road alone and i'm not proving

Anything going by myself.

When your love life is on and really moving,

Oh, sugar girl i do appreciate the help.

I had my time with money, gold and diamonds.

Thought went sour before they got to me.

I'll be waiting girl but don't be counting hours,

I'm not waiting for any of the three.

I was just a peasant from the highlands,

She said don't you call me your mountain girl.

I said don't bother me i'm trying to write, and don't worry you ain't my mountain girl

I could call you but i'd probably make you cry,

These days it's what you often times do

Call the preacher then go call your father,

Tell them that the wedding plans have moved.

I sent a message saying i'll be gone forever,

The letter of reply never came.

She said that she'd be true but i wouldn't let her,

I wonder when did all that change?

Hell has no fury like a woman,

Happy, scorned or otherwise

You can do what you want to with your name,

But you can bet i'm changing mine.

Well i'd give a hundred dollars to get a letter,

If at the bottom it said “i miss you bad.”

See but the truth of the matter is no one back home really misses me,

You see how i talk when i'm sad?

Since i was young i've known a lot of women,

Who said they’d give their love to me…