Paul Langlois Cards
Waiting on a bus in her head in the rain for a long time
Living on a dream that was born and lives on in the front lines
Of her cinema love and the hopes of her childhood ways
And the radio song that's leaving her now in the hope of a better day
And she don't even really know
Where she came from, which way to go
And it comes easy to disappear
When the lights come down in the face of another year
'Cause the summer before didn't turn out right
And a future that shone is now a burned out light
And instead of admit a mistake had been made
Well, she let it all ride on the cards that she played
Working on a truck, in the mouth of a coal mine
She doesn't say much, except to say that she'll be fine
But sin and mistrust, are the flags at the top of her pole
And a far away look, like a long lost book, at the bottom of a fishing hole
And she don't even really care
She just moved on away from there
And it comes easy to disappear
When the lights come down in the face of another year
And the summer before didn't go so well
She got into that mess caught up in that hell
And instead of admit a mistake had been made
Well, she let it all ride on the cards that she played
And she don't even really know
Where she came from, which way to go
And it comes easy to disappear
When the lights come down in the face of another year
And the summer before didn't go so well
She got into that mess caught up in that hell
And instead of admit a mistake had been made
Well, she let it all ride on the cards that she played