someday i will treat her good but someday never comes

everything that's made is made to decay
well I'm shrinking bones in the sun
won't you tell me why that
the beautiful ones are always crazy
she's whispering like morticia now



I left my baby on the side of the road
I left her with a heavy load
something going on around here
I could not crawl back if I tried
I left my baby on the side of highway
she just couldn't see things my way