On The Boards
On The Boards - 1970 (Taste)
Someone has taken my day,
Turned it to night,
Who turned out the light?
That hangs from the beams,
I don't know what it means,
But it's too much, too bad.
If I had taken my time,
Counted my steps,
I might have no regrets,
You might still be here yet,
And not in my dreams,
It's too late to care.
Somehow the world is a gone,
Please give me the keys,
And open the door,
Where is the floor?
I don't know what it means,
It's too much to bear.
It's too much to bear.
On The Boards - 1970 (Taste)
Someone has taken my day,
Turned it to night,
Who turned out the light?
That hangs from the beams,
I don't know what it means,
But it's too much, too bad.
If I had taken my time,
Counted my steps,
I might have no regrets,
You might still be here yet,
And not in my dreams,
It's too late to care.
Somehow the world is a gone,
Please give me the keys,
And open the door,
Where is the floor?
I don't know what it means,
It's too much to bear.
It's too much to bear.