Mary McCaslin все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

I can hear that old clock ticking, passing time up on the wall
I can hear the faucet drippin' in the kitchen down the hall
I just sit here wishin' there was something I could say
To the one that I keep missing every night and every day

There's things you learn to live with, now that's all I ever do
But I'll never get used to living without you

Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And I was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind

In a lonely shack by a railroad track
I spent my younger days
And I guess the sound of the outward bound