The Wild Feathers Follow

I'm a lover of yesterday
It don't matter where I lay
I've got tall boots, memories to hold
And when the sun finally sets
I can see my cigarettes
Burning slow, just like the songs on the radio

Young man, seventeen
Green eyes and blue jeans
And boots so worn, all the miles they've seen
I remember holding on
To every prayer I said at dawn
Like, get me home, I promise I'll never leave

I promise I'll never leave
Oh, where would I go?
’Cause all these melodies are sad and slow
And all these stories
That have been told
All have me growin' old

On the dusty hood of a car
I could hear all the stars
Singing out of tune with the moon
And the song was sad as hell
And then the stars fell
Lighting up the road between me and you

Young man, twenty-three
Livin' on amphetamines
And eyes, so black, with all the sadness they've seen
I remember holding on
To every prayer I said at dawn
Like, get me home, I promise I'll never leave

I promise I'll never leave
Oh, where would I go?
’Cause all these melodies are sad and slow
And all these stories
That have been told
All have me growin' old

I remember holding on
To every prayer I said at dawn
Like, get me home, I promise I'll never leave

I promise I'll never leave
Oh, where would I go?
’Cause all these melodies are sad and slow
And all these stories
That have been told
All have me growin' old

(Merci à Gabriel Santerre pour cettes paroles)