Joe Bonamassa - Curtain Call lyrics
[Joe Bonamassa - Curtain Call lyrics]
Burnt skies and the trees are dead and grey
Aftermath of a war we never made
My grandfather, a railroad man
Not afraid of right and wrong
Or how to take a stand
Into the fire, against the wind
Up and down and back again
Under the bridge, over the coals
This is the march of a broken soul
Step by step, one by one
You'll be counted on lights go up
So don't be late for the curtain call
'Cause, I've never been the type
To seize the moments, i'm too late
Whilе breaking down the old
Bricks in the wall
Dusty town south of Mandalay
Whеre she still lives to this day
Tears are hot and the trail's gone cold
Those demons follow me wherever I go
Into the fire, against the wind
Up and down and back again
Under the bridge, over the coals
This is the march of a broken soul
Step by step, one by one
You'll be counted on lights go up
So don't be late for the curtain call
'Cause, I've never been the type
To seize the moments, i'm too late
While breaking down the old
Bricks in the wall
Burnt skies and the trees are dead and grey
Aftermath of a war we never made
My grandfather, a railroad man
Not afraid of right or wrong
Or how to take a stand
Into the fire, against the wind
Up and down and back again
Under the bridge, over the coals
This is the march of a broken soul
Step by step, one by one
You'll be counted on lights go up
So don't be late for the curtain call
'Cause, I've never been the type
To seize the moments, i'm too late
While breaking down the old
Bricks in the wall
Aftermath of a war we never made
My grandfather, a railroad man
Not afraid of right and wrong
Or how to take a stand
Into the fire, against the wind
Up and down and back again
Under the bridge, over the coals
This is the march of a broken soul
Step by step, one by one
You'll be counted on lights go up
So don't be late for the curtain call
'Cause, I've never been the type
To seize the moments, i'm too late
Whilе breaking down the old
Bricks in the wall
Dusty town south of Mandalay
Whеre she still lives to this day
Tears are hot and the trail's gone cold
Those demons follow me wherever I go
Into the fire, against the wind
Up and down and back again
Under the bridge, over the coals
This is the march of a broken soul
Step by step, one by one
You'll be counted on lights go up
So don't be late for the curtain call
'Cause, I've never been the type
To seize the moments, i'm too late
While breaking down the old
Bricks in the wall
Burnt skies and the trees are dead and grey
Aftermath of a war we never made
My grandfather, a railroad man
Not afraid of right or wrong
Or how to take a stand
Into the fire, against the wind
Up and down and back again
Under the bridge, over the coals
This is the march of a broken soul
Step by step, one by one
You'll be counted on lights go up
So don't be late for the curtain call
'Cause, I've never been the type
To seize the moments, i'm too late
While breaking down the old
Bricks in the wall