The Rolling River Band: Music
Violin Road
(The Rolling River Band)
Steven Perrott
Train whistle blows
Down Violin Road
The old man shuffles inside
Bird on the Wire
Climbing higher and higher
Before sitting back down on the line
Adjusting my scarf
Getting coals for the hearth
It's cold in the winter time here
There's noone around
And there's frost on the ground
The sky up above is so clear
Chorus
And I know shes been playing
Shes been a playing around
While I just sit here waiting in this town
I just sit here watching it all burn down
But I can't seem to leave it all behind
No, no, no, no, no
I can't seem to get her of my mind
Snow flakes fall and
I'm feeling so small
I'm lost in the flickering flame
A spark on the carpet
I just sit and watch it
Feels like it's burning my brain
The quack said depression
Brought on by obsession
A nice chap I forget his name
For all that I've done
I just watch the drapes burn
And I here her calling my name
Chorus