The Tour Song (This Is For)
INGRID MICHAELSON · Demos For Betty (Benefiting The Staten Island Museum) 2015 · Track 03 of 04
This is for the girl next door who thinks she knows me She adores the way my words feel just like home But she don't know the sadness flow that pours out nightly Still, I keep rolling the lonesome road out before me
This is for the boy next door who thinks he loves me He adores the voice that soars into his heart But he don't know the sadness flow that pours out nightly Still, I keep rolling the lonesome road out before me
Where do you lie down and can I lie too? Oh, just for a moment, but then, well I gotta go
This is for my friends and more who live so richly Still, we taste the solitude in the back of our mouths We all know the sadness flow that pours out like a chorus Still, we keep rolling the lonesome road out before us
Where do you lie down and can I lie too? Oh, just for a moment, but then, well I gotta go
[Humming]
We all know the sadness flow that pours out like a chorus Still, we keep rolling the lonesome road out before us Oh, still we keep rolling that pours out like a chorus the lonesome road out before us