Lyrics Terrible Years - Patrick Sweany

Terrible Years

Terrible years, terrible years
Terrible years, dark corners filled with fears
Like a bullet, threatening
Everything that you hold dear
Won’t you pass on by me terrible years?
He has a Bonneville, has a Cadillac
Need a little scorcher with a hard top back
Memory in the past tense
Need time for my mind to build up fence
It’s a healer
It’s a dealer
Lord, remove it from my sight
Won’t you pass on by me terrible years
Come on rear view
Come on hindsight
Need me some space oh to make it right
I want time to shade on over every teardrop fight
Can’t escape a memory
It’s a tree top tangled kite
Won’t you pass on by me terrible years
Terrible years, terrible years
Terrible years, dark corners filled with fears
Like a bullet, ???
Everything that you hold dear
Won’t you pass on by me terrible years?
Pass on by me terrible years