The Ballad Of Emma Deloner

All my dreams go to pieces

Each time she pass me by

All my friends keep saying

That girl ain't the loving kind

But whatever I do to hold back brings me down

Comes a time you look for trouble

Comes a time it comes your way

She came to me in the midnight hour

On a cold winter's day

She stood there in my room

All dressed in lace

And she placed my body and soul upon a bed of grace

Children were crying

Children were crying

Driving me insane

Driving you insane

And all this took place while the drunks were dancing

To the rythm

To the rythm of the rain

And i'm going back to see her again

'Cause whatever I do to hold back brings me down