The Rumjacks - 400 Miles Away lyrics
[The Rumjacks - 400 Miles Away lyrics]
I'll ride again o'er the border
If it takes me all my days
Where the sun rises through the pollution
& sets her walls ablaze
Gimme somethin to help with the shakin'
Or to kill the roarin' pain
It's the sound of a sweet
Heart breakin' 400 miles away
Oh, have ye known the sting of sweet regret?
Or have ye no started living yet?
And the cheap lousy dram trembles
There in his hand
As he struggles to recall what she wore
He can still see her face
In that charming old
Place & he'll never forget how she swore
'In all fairness' he says
'it's all good I suppose'
And his eyes turn the colour
Of his crooked old nose
He drains the tumbler &
Straightens his clothes
And he's away with the wind, away
Oh, have ye known the sting of sweet regret?
Or have ye no started living yet?
In all these broken windows
Through the tattoos and the scars
He'll catch his own reflection across
A thousand other bars
Until he rides again o'er the border
If it takes him all his days
To where the sun rises through the pollution
400 miles away
Oh, have ye known the sting of sweet regret?
Or have ye no started living yet?
Have ye known the sting of sweet regret?
Or have ye no learned to forget?
If it takes me all my days
Where the sun rises through the pollution
& sets her walls ablaze
Gimme somethin to help with the shakin'
Or to kill the roarin' pain
It's the sound of a sweet
Heart breakin' 400 miles away
Oh, have ye known the sting of sweet regret?
Or have ye no started living yet?
And the cheap lousy dram trembles
There in his hand
As he struggles to recall what she wore
He can still see her face
In that charming old
Place & he'll never forget how she swore
'In all fairness' he says
'it's all good I suppose'
And his eyes turn the colour
Of his crooked old nose
He drains the tumbler &
Straightens his clothes
And he's away with the wind, away
Oh, have ye known the sting of sweet regret?
Or have ye no started living yet?
In all these broken windows
Through the tattoos and the scars
He'll catch his own reflection across
A thousand other bars
Until he rides again o'er the border
If it takes him all his days
To where the sun rises through the pollution
400 miles away
Oh, have ye known the sting of sweet regret?
Or have ye no started living yet?
Have ye known the sting of sweet regret?
Or have ye no learned to forget?