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So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play, the game is over
Or:
Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought, or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English Way
The time has gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play, the game is over
Or:
Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought, or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English Way
The time has gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say
Pamela Brown - Leo Kottke
I'm the guy who didn't marry pretty Pamela Brown
Educated, well-intentioned, good girl in our town
I wonder where I'd be today if she had loved me too
Probably be driving kids to school
(chorus)
I guess I owe it all to Pamela Brown
All of my good times and all my roamin' around
One of these days I might come ramblin' through your town
And I guess I owe it all to Pamela Brown
I've seen the lights of cites and I've been inside their doors
I've sailed to foreign countries and I've walked upon their shores
I guess the guy she married was the best part of my luck
She dug him 'cause he drove a pick-up truck
(chorus)
I guess I owe it all to Pamela Brown
All of my good times and all my roamin' around
One of these days I might come ramblin' through your town
And I guess I owe it all to Pamela Brown
I'm the guy who didn't marry pretty Pamela Brown
Educated, well-intentioned, good girl in our town
I wonder where I'd be today if she had loved me too
Probably be driving kids to school
(chorus)
I guess I owe it all to Pamela Brown
All of my good times and all my roamin' around
One of these days I might come ramblin' through your town
And I guess I owe it all to Pamela Brown
I've seen the lights of cites and I've been inside their doors
I've sailed to foreign countries and I've walked upon their shores
I guess the guy she married was the best part of my luck
She dug him 'cause he drove a pick-up truck
(chorus)
I guess I owe it all to Pamela Brown
All of my good times and all my roamin' around
One of these days I might come ramblin' through your town
And I guess I owe it all to Pamela Brown
A long, long, time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew that if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew that if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
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