Nanci Griffith Theres a light out on the freeway,says its time to go Im wasting my time counting stains on a barroom floor Thinking bout my hometown and the friends Ill leave behind Mostly bout the man who writes his songs with smiling rhymes And Im holding on to a smokey view of his dreams in the midnight light Michael counts his songs in the years of wasted miles I used to think he was really part of that fantasy in rhyme But looking back on all his tunes of butterflies and sunshine There was only one about the man he kept inside About the time he crossed the line and let a tear come to his eye I used to hide out in his pretty smile And hope it would shine me through the morrow Until I learned the way it feels to be the man Who sings the world a smile without a soul to share his sorrow The light here at the freeway, well, its turning green to gold The stains on that barroom floor ten miles back down the road Thinking bout how that old bar brought Michael back to mind And how I can sing his blues and be smiling here inside... I guess a weary soul will always sing Michaels smiling rhymes I used to hide out in his pretty smile And hope it would shine me through the morrow Until I learned the way it feels to be the man Who sings the world a smile without a soul to share his sorrowYou might also like
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