Written By: David Johnston
Appears on: The Show
Slow, almost plodding, with emphasis at appropriate points. Likely tuned down a bit from this.
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G A B A G
It's a lonesome step for the hallway light
G
She can't quite put the song in place
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Let her alone with what she's got
G
Her heart won't sing what her feet won't pace
Her heart won't sing what her feet won't pace
Necessity drains the day from night
The kitchen devotes an empty plate
Sometimes the walls say what she's not
The radio won't let her isolate
The radio won't let her isolate
The radio won't let her isolate
A breath or two won't make what's right
It's more like waiting just in case
It'll move as slow as spinning space
It'll move as slow as spinning space
It'll move as slow as spinning space
It's a lonseome step in the hallway night
She can't quite put the song in place
Let her alone with what she's got
Her heart won't sing what her feet won't pace
Her heart won't sing what her feet won't pace
The radio won't let her isolate
It moves as slow as spinning space
