Warren sroka lyrics american folk song lyrics

The Days Are Getting Shorter

The Wind Has Found Her Teeth

I Think I'm Supposed To Be Somewhere Back East

Now I Drive Along With My Mind Fighting Thoughts Of This Kind

And In The Darkness Of These Naked Empty Streets



I'm Free, To Just Breathe

She Said I'm The King Of Random Phone Calls

I Explained It's Just This Time Of Year

These Awkward Conversations, Constant Isolations

And This Town Is Bringing Me Down



Just Another American Folk Song

Written For Another American Girl

Just Another American Dreamer

Just Another American Fall



So Drop Me A Line, If You Can Find The Time

I'd Love To Hear Just Where You'd Ended Up

Does Happiness Rest At Your Door

Do You Ever Think About Us Anymore



Just Another American Folk Song

Written For Another American Girl

Just Another American Dreamer

Just Another American Fall



So Bog Down With This Flesh And Bone

I'm Not Supposed To Feel Quite This Alone

Mrs. Clutter Watch Me Stutter, Step And Fall

I Haven't The Strength To Get Back Up

Cause I'm Empty Floating Loveless

Cut Me And I Bleed Only Dust



Just Another American Folk Song

Written For Another American Girl

Just Another American Dreamer

Just Another American Fall