Слова:
Mark Lind Death Or Jail

Won't you send down a star and tell me you're out there and where you are? If I could change one thing I'd go back to that night and say goodbye When

a place to call home And you're scared cuz there ain't nobody there. Do you wonder how things might have been If things went differently back remember when we were friends? Or

your own problems, man It's the same old song and the same old place A broken mirror the same old face You lonely people, I'm just getting through life like you A cigarette or

're saying that there ain't no point You're out of will and you won't make it through the night I'll climb in with you and I'll hold your hand Come death or

on without a net Death or jail was not a choice for me Death or jail was not a choice for me I'm still waiting on my hopes and dreams Death or jail was