The Wreckage

The Wreckage - Will Hoge Another night here lonely as a tomb Another smell of that cheap dime store perfume The kind that never really washes off at all The kind that really only makes me want to call you up again I'm just here searching for a clue H

Way back on the radio dial A fire got lit inside a bright eyed child Every note just wrapped around his soul From steel guitar to Memphis all the way to rock and roll Oh oh, I can hear them playing I can hear the ringing of a beat up ol' guitar Oh oh

The same old song plays on the radio That played that night I should've let you go But I left you only in my mind So here I am lying in the same Cold bitter bed that liars like us make Wondering if the circle's gonna break this time What could I do T