Curse

Met her a Thursday Broken is the will Golden is the word Taken by the thrill Shoulda known better Shoulda worn my overcoat Throw away the fur Sink until I float Oh it still hurts Maybe you`re the one Livin` on the earth I need a little faith I`m livin` in a dream Carryin` a heavy load `Cos I need someone who lives far away I`m going down south, down to New Orleans Try to find another road And still I live here with the curse Don`t know why, I wake before the fall Won`t you lead the way I can hear the call Maybe one day, I hope you`ll come around Voices in the wind, above the ground