The Fratellis - Down the Road and Back… Again… lyrics
[The Fratellis - Down the Road and Back… Again… lyrics]
She never came from Miami FLA
She never found herself
Like other girls, they say
She had the kind of face
You’d never even miss, invisible in bliss
She couldn’t understand
Why nobody felt like this
She walked a mile in a
Faithless pair of heels
Just to imagine how it looks and how it feels
To be the kind of girl that everyone adored
High upon the scoreboard
Smiling through her teeth
Wild as thunder underneath
High, high in the sky
Out of reach of you and I
Witnessing the days go by
Don’t it make a poor girl cry?
Oh, lord, it’s a sin
All this pain we’re living in
Don’t it make your poor head spin?
Down the road and back again
La la la la down the road and back again
La la la la
He never told himself, ambition wasn’t real
He taught his eyes to think
And his brain how to feel
He got his wires crossed
And couldn’t raise a smile
Made sense once in a while
Counting down the days
Till his clothes came back in style
He couldn’t see how anything
Was right or wrong (La la la la)
He knew the words and tune
But didn’t know the song (La la la la)
He spoke a language
That he couldn’t barely speak
An out of date technique
Though he was just blood and bone
He always felt unique high, high in the sky
Out of reach of you and I
Witnessing the days go by
Don’t it make a poor girl cry?
Oh, lord, it’s a sin
All this pain we’re living in
Don’t it make your poor head spin?
Down the road and back again
La la la la down the road and back again
La la la la down the road and back again
La la la la down the road and back again
La la la la
Each and every last one in denial
Counting every minute till
It seems worthwhile
Dragging behind them every last heartache
Singing, Jesus, forgive me
For their own sweet sake in a fever
Nothing better when your soul’s at stake
And high, high in the sky
Out of reach of you and I
Witnessing the days go by
Don’t it make a poor girl cry?
Lord, it’s a sin
All this pain we’re living in
Don’t it make your poor head spin?
Down the road and back again
La la la la down the road and back again
La la la la down the road and back again
La la la la down the road and back again
La la la la down the road and back again
She never found herself
Like other girls, they say
She had the kind of face
You’d never even miss, invisible in bliss
She couldn’t understand
Why nobody felt like this
She walked a mile in a
Faithless pair of heels
Just to imagine how it looks and how it feels
To be the kind of girl that everyone adored
High upon the scoreboard
Smiling through her teeth
Wild as thunder underneath
High, high in the sky
Out of reach of you and I
Witnessing the days go by
Don’t it make a poor girl cry?
Oh, lord, it’s a sin
All this pain we’re living in
Don’t it make your poor head spin?
Down the road and back again
La la la la down the road and back again
La la la la
He never told himself, ambition wasn’t real
He taught his eyes to think
And his brain how to feel
He got his wires crossed
And couldn’t raise a smile
Made sense once in a while
Counting down the days
Till his clothes came back in style
He couldn’t see how anything
Was right or wrong (La la la la)
He knew the words and tune
But didn’t know the song (La la la la)
He spoke a language
That he couldn’t barely speak
An out of date technique
Though he was just blood and bone
He always felt unique high, high in the sky
Out of reach of you and I
Witnessing the days go by
Don’t it make a poor girl cry?
Oh, lord, it’s a sin
All this pain we’re living in
Don’t it make your poor head spin?
Down the road and back again
La la la la down the road and back again
La la la la down the road and back again
La la la la down the road and back again
La la la la
Each and every last one in denial
Counting every minute till
It seems worthwhile
Dragging behind them every last heartache
Singing, Jesus, forgive me
For their own sweet sake in a fever
Nothing better when your soul’s at stake
And high, high in the sky
Out of reach of you and I
Witnessing the days go by
Don’t it make a poor girl cry?
Lord, it’s a sin
All this pain we’re living in
Don’t it make your poor head spin?
Down the road and back again
La la la la down the road and back again
La la la la down the road and back again
La la la la down the road and back again
La la la la down the road and back again