Charlie Parr все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Money can't buy back that ʼ64 Falcon that you sold in your 20s and then regretted it was gone because you thought it contained some meaning or some answers to a life that you never bothered to question or even take a good close look at

And it broke your heart to see how it had been so important from the feeling of the steering wheel to the rubber on the road and now it's grown to unrealistic proportions in your mind

Now you're in your 50s why can't you forget how the chrome bumpers shined in the sun if you could just go back even for a minute you could forget how you don't even know what it was you've lost

Why do you always feel so empty in spite of all you have were those feelings you remember even real and were they honestly about some junky old Falcon or any other thing that you could own

When I was a migrant crossing the desert plains
My daughter in a backpack that I'd made out of plants
My wife I left behind me with our baby at her breast
And her aging mother in an aging canvas tent
Go for help, they begged with tears all in their eyes
In my homeless brethren sandals while nails rained from the skies

Our hands our feet our hearts ain't they all the same