From the recording After New York
- an up-tempo shuffle 'bout a heart that can't have what it wants.
© 2012 Alan P. MacLeod and W. Crowdis (SOCAN#: 72986499)Time = 3:32 @ 92 bpm; 4/4 shuffle; Key of A Maj.
(There's a BLOG entry for this song too!)
Lyrics
I don’t talk a lot ‘bout what have, or haven’t got. But I’m seeing and thinking and dreaming every day, And the price of compromise shows right here in our eyes As we watch, what we want, what we need Get worn away Oh I wish I Had the nerve to say
That I’m burning for ya’ Yearning for ya’ And love, is a hard thing to hide I’m burning for ya’ Yearning for ya’ And love, is a hard thing to hide But I’m learning. I am learning. When that freight train whistle blows I just, turn my head and go I step up, and breathe in as she rolls On out of sight And when you look at me and smile I feel we’re both such liars Swaying, then saying, ahh the timing just ain’t right Oh I wish I could Hold you every night I’m burning for ya’ Yearning for ya’ And love, is a hard thing to hide I’m burning for ya’ Yearning for ya’ And love, is a hard thing to hide But I’m learning. I am learning from you baby. I am learning.