You're banging your drum You blow your own trumpet Your ship came in And your fanfare sunk it The tide has turned, our love's gone forever I stand on the shore As it floats down the river I had such hopes I had such visions planned The frames were shot But now our future's canned I had my hopes so high They fell right down
I'm banging my head You watch without malice (you watch with no interest at all) I bet all your friends Compare this to dallas (I might as well talk to a brick wall) So under the arm I feel the cold shoulder So I'll once again Have to play the wild rover
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