Curse

Met her a thursday
Broken is the will
Golden is the word
Taken by the thrill
Shoulda known better
Shoulda worn my overcoat
Throw away the fur
Sink until I float

Oh it still hurts
Maybe youre the one
Livin on the earth

I need a little faith
Im livin in a dream
Carryin a heavy load

cos I need someone who lives far away
Im going down south, down to new orleans
Try to find another road
And still I live here with the curse

Dont know why, I wake before the fall
Wont you lead the way
I can hear the call
Maybe one day, I hope youll come around
Voices in the wind, above the ground