Текст: Martha Wainwright. Martha Wainwright. Far Away.

Far away
In some lovely way I hear your call
Whatever happened to them all
Whatever happened to us all

I know that
We've never met before
But that was then
And now I need you more
Is someone here keeping the score
Is there only dying at your door
Taking me down off this cross
Lay me down, down, down in the dust
Whoa, love, take my hand across the crowd
I have been digging underground
What'er remains is yet to be found
I have no children
I have no husband
I have no reason
To be alive
Oh, give me one

Green grass blades are all on fire
I own the crack that's in the wind
From your window I see bars & the birds
They sing and they sing and they sing
And they sing, and the dogs they bark
And they bark, and they bark, and they bark, and they bark

Whatever happened to them all
Whatever happened to us all

Annie had two young baby boys
And Jimi went crazy, crazy, crazy late last fall