<< Poor Wages >>
--- Barclay James Harvest
And with the dawn she changes
Her voice in different ranges
The torn and tattered pages
Of all I've done, poor wages
Satisfied I've never lied
Say goodbye I couldn't try
Destroy her cards and letters
Act like I've never met her
Hardest of all, forget her
Until my heart is better
Satisfied I've never lied
Say goodbye I couldn't try