Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't Life A Brook, artist - Bill MorrisseyAlbum song Friend Of Mine, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 31.03.1993
Record label: Concord, Rounder
Song language: English
Ain't Life A Brook |
I watch you reading a book |
I get to thinking our |
Love’s a polished stone |
You give me a long drawn look |
I know pretty soon |
You’re gonna leave our home |
And of course I mind |
Especially when I’m |
Thinking from my heart |
But life don’t clickety-clack |
Down a straight-line track |
It comes together and it comes apart |
You say you hope I’m not the kind |
To make you feel obliged |
To go ticking through your time |
With a pained look in your eyes |
You give me the furniture |
Well divide the photographs |
Go out to dinner one more time |
Have ourselves a bottle of wine |
And a couple of laughs |
When first you left I stayed so sad |
I wouldn’t sleep |
I know love’s a gift |
I thought yours was mine |
And something |
That I could keep |
Now I realize |
Time is not the only compromise |
A bird in the hand |
Could be an all-night stand |
Between a blazing fire |
And a pocket of skies |
So I hope I’m not the kind |
To make you feel obliged |
To go ticking through your time |
With a pained look in your eyes |
I covered the furniture |
I framed the photographs |
Went out to dinner one more time |
Had myself a bottle of wine |
And a couple of laughs |
Just the other day |
I got your letter in the mail |
I’m happy for you |
It’s been so long |
You’ve been wanting |
A cabin and a backwoods trail |
And I think that’s great |
Me I seem to find myself in school |
It’s all okay |
I just want to say |
I’m so relieved |
We didn’t do it cruel |
But ain’t life a brook |
Just when I get to |
Feeling like a polished stone |
I get me a long drawn look |
It’s kind of a drag |
To find yourself alone |
And sometimes I mind |
Especially when I’m |
Waiting on your heart |
But life don’t clickety-clack |
Down a straight-line track |
It comes together |
And it comes apart |
'Cause I know you’re not the kind |
To make me feel obliged |
To go ticking through my time |
With a pained look in my eyes |
I sold the furniture |
I put away the photographs |
Went out to dinner one last time |
Had myseff a bottle of wine |
And a couple of laughs |
For wasn’t it fine |