Atlanta Lyrics
| Song | Atlanta |
| Artist | Evan Parker |
| Album | Atlanta |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Yeah, I watch the storm clouds roll, | |
| Past the lighthouse and the shore, | |
| Beyond the breakers they do go, | |
| And where they’ll end up | |
| I don’t know. | |
| And when the weather finally breaks, | |
| I wanna feel the sun upon my face, | |
| Although many things will change, | |
| That is one which stays the same. | |
| All the tears | |
| I’ve cried, | |
| If I can make it there, | |
| I’ll see you on the other side. | |
| Oh, I never learn, ‘ | |
| Cause I’m a thousand miles from | |
| Atlanta, Beneath a thousand pounds of hurt. | |
| In this desert where | |
| I sleep, We wait for rain like it’s make believe, | |
| Where I’m from the | |
| Earth she bleeds, | |
| Dark red clay beneath my feet. | |
| And if I’m forced to travel on, | |
| And end up farther from my home, | |
| To live forever here alone, | |
| Well, I don’t think | |
| I’ll last too long. | |
| All the tears | |
| I’ve cried, | |
| If I can make it there, | |
| I’ll see you on the other side. | |
| Oh, I never learn, ‘ | |
| Cause I’m a thousand miles from | |
| Atlanta, Beneath a thousand pounds of hurt. | |
| Seems this road just does not end, | |
| And I am dead to all my friends, | |
| If I could compromise or bend, | |
| Perhaps I might be born again. | |
| And as I wait for shooting stars, | |
| On a night that’s painful dark, | |
| We fall asleep in moving cars, | |
| When I wake up, | |
| I won’t care where we are. | |
| All the tears | |
| I’ve cried, | |
| If I can make it there, | |
| I’ll see you on the other side. | |
| Oh, I never learn, ‘ | |
| Cause I’m a thousand miles from | |
| Atlanta, Beneath a thousand pounds of hurt. |
| Yeah, I watch the storm clouds roll, | |
| Past the lighthouse and the shore, | |
| Beyond the breakers they do go, | |
| And where they' ll end up | |
| I don' t know. | |
| And when the weather finally breaks, | |
| I wanna feel the sun upon my face, | |
| Although many things will change, | |
| That is one which stays the same. | |
| All the tears | |
| I' ve cried, | |
| If I can make it there, | |
| I' ll see you on the other side. | |
| Oh, I never learn, ' | |
| Cause I' m a thousand miles from | |
| Atlanta, Beneath a thousand pounds of hurt. | |
| In this desert where | |
| I sleep, We wait for rain like it' s make believe, | |
| Where I' m from the | |
| Earth she bleeds, | |
| Dark red clay beneath my feet. | |
| And if I' m forced to travel on, | |
| And end up farther from my home, | |
| To live forever here alone, | |
| Well, I don' t think | |
| I' ll last too long. | |
| All the tears | |
| I' ve cried, | |
| If I can make it there, | |
| I' ll see you on the other side. | |
| Oh, I never learn, ' | |
| Cause I' m a thousand miles from | |
| Atlanta, Beneath a thousand pounds of hurt. | |
| Seems this road just does not end, | |
| And I am dead to all my friends, | |
| If I could compromise or bend, | |
| Perhaps I might be born again. | |
| And as I wait for shooting stars, | |
| On a night that' s painful dark, | |
| We fall asleep in moving cars, | |
| When I wake up, | |
| I won' t care where we are. | |
| All the tears | |
| I' ve cried, | |
| If I can make it there, | |
| I' ll see you on the other side. | |
| Oh, I never learn, ' | |
| Cause I' m a thousand miles from | |
| Atlanta, Beneath a thousand pounds of hurt. |
| Yeah, I watch the storm clouds roll, | |
| Past the lighthouse and the shore, | |
| Beyond the breakers they do go, | |
| And where they' ll end up | |
| I don' t know. | |
| And when the weather finally breaks, | |
| I wanna feel the sun upon my face, | |
| Although many things will change, | |
| That is one which stays the same. | |
| All the tears | |
| I' ve cried, | |
| If I can make it there, | |
| I' ll see you on the other side. | |
| Oh, I never learn, ' | |
| Cause I' m a thousand miles from | |
| Atlanta, Beneath a thousand pounds of hurt. | |
| In this desert where | |
| I sleep, We wait for rain like it' s make believe, | |
| Where I' m from the | |
| Earth she bleeds, | |
| Dark red clay beneath my feet. | |
| And if I' m forced to travel on, | |
| And end up farther from my home, | |
| To live forever here alone, | |
| Well, I don' t think | |
| I' ll last too long. | |
| All the tears | |
| I' ve cried, | |
| If I can make it there, | |
| I' ll see you on the other side. | |
| Oh, I never learn, ' | |
| Cause I' m a thousand miles from | |
| Atlanta, Beneath a thousand pounds of hurt. | |
| Seems this road just does not end, | |
| And I am dead to all my friends, | |
| If I could compromise or bend, | |
| Perhaps I might be born again. | |
| And as I wait for shooting stars, | |
| On a night that' s painful dark, | |
| We fall asleep in moving cars, | |
| When I wake up, | |
| I won' t care where we are. | |
| All the tears | |
| I' ve cried, | |
| If I can make it there, | |
| I' ll see you on the other side. | |
| Oh, I never learn, ' | |
| Cause I' m a thousand miles from | |
| Atlanta, Beneath a thousand pounds of hurt. |
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