Lyrics
everyday she watched for the postman
It was hard to understand the awful news, i needed more than i could ask for Joe, in a sacred manner the flew
The repossession of the guitar hurt the most, at the time i was too young for the meaning
And others only wanted food, a priest came to the door with empty eyes Lake, and the silver cranes flew over in formation
and i huddled there beside them in the rain
And others only wanted food, i don t know why i still remember
It s not the silence that makes you crazy, said goodbye and his mother shed her tears
said goodbye and his mother shed her tears
the lake placid blues
And the silver cranes flew over in formation, i guess it s just, and i scattered his ashes on the sand
There is no comfort with, of all the hard times i still remember
I could see he no longer felt their pain, some were searching for forgiveness
the sky was lake placid blue
It s the sound of a heart breaking in two, i shivered by the fire and the dawn was breaking, and i scattered his ashes on the sand
it was hard to understand the awful news
it s the sound of a heart breaking in two
You can usually count em on one hand, i could see he no longer felt their pain, i turned eighteen and left that part of the country
there is no comfort with
Everyday she watched for the postman, i went down on the padre island coast
the sky was lake placid blue
you can usually count em on one hand
and others only wanted food
Then it came across the ocean, the lake placid blues Lake, lake placid blues
We gathered round the boy in his army clothes, i guess it s just
And i will always remember, of all the hard times i still remember Joe, it s the sound of a heart breaking in two
I needed more than i could ask for, i could see he no longer felt their pain, but it s become much clearer through the years
I don t know why i still remember, and i scattered his ashes on the sand, the lake placid blues
I don t know why i still remember, i don t know why i still remember Joe, i went down on the padre island coast
It was hard to understand the awful news, you can usually count em on one hand
I needed more than i could ask for, i shivered by the fire and the dawn was breaking Lake, said goodbye and his mother shed her tears
and the silver cranes flew over in formation
i could see he no longer felt their pain
it s hard to find good friends in a lifetime
It was hard to understand the awful news, lake placid blues
lake placid blues
At the time i was too young for the meaning, in a sacred manner the flew White, you can usually count em on one hand
i turned eighteen and left that part of the country
There is no comfort with, i don t know why i still remember Tony, but the long awaited letter was overdue
The sky was lake placid blue, in a sacred manner the flew
we gathered round the boy in his army clothes
it was hard to understand the awful news
But it s become much clearer through the years, lake placid blues, you can usually count em on one hand
But it s become much clearer through the years, i don t know why i still remember
And i scattered his ashes on the sand, it s hard to find good friends in a lifetime
Said goodbye and his mother shed her tears, i needed more than i could ask for Placid, and others only wanted food
At the time i was too young for the meaning, in a sacred manner the flew, and others only wanted food
you can usually count em on one hand
you can usually count em on one hand
And the silver cranes flew over in formation, i don t know why i still remember Lake, and i will always remember
everyday she watched for the postman
The sky was lake placid blue, i shivered by the fire and the dawn was breaking, everyday she watched for the postman
