Jack Fister

Lyrics

FARAWAY HEART(Evan Joyce):

It was a bad idea
Born in a bottle
On a lonely night
I was trying to change
Your faraway heart
But I couldn’t get it right

So I wrote it all down in a letter
And I sent it to you
They say the pain
Won’t last forever
But I don’t think that’s true

I was hoping you’d have been
Down in New Orleans
When the troubles came through
But the future it can’t hold
All I been dreaming
It’s just too good to be true

So I wrote it all down in a letter
And I sent it off to you
They say that time
Will make things better
But I don’t think that’s true

Now it’s been a while
Since we have spoken
How’s it going down there?
I’ll have you know
That my pity’s grown cold
You know life ain’t going anywhere

But maybe come September
If you show me a sign
We can learn to love each other
Like the very first time
Maybe we can learn to love, love each other
Like the very first time