SIT & SEE
Well the moral of the story is i found more glory in the palm of her aching hand
Than the expanding of a margin, becoming anybody's darling
That's a drowned dream surfaced on sand
I don't see either girl anymore
I drag my luggage around
In the back of the club we can sit and see
But the girls i like stay mysteries
They drag their luggage around
No i don't see either girl anymore
I drag my luggage around
In the back of the club we can sit and see
But the girl i want is a mystery
She hardly touches the ground
Well the train left the morning that i start on the story
Gone across two seas and land
And a friend ever gentle got a little sentimental
Pointing out a beginnings' end
Still i don't see either grist anymore
I drag my luggage around
In the back of the club we can sit and see
But girls i like stay mysteries
They drag their luggage around
No i don't see either girl anymore
I drag my luggage around
In the back of the club we can sit and see
But the girl i want is a mystery
She hardly touches the ground
She's coming round, round, round