I could lie but I don’t
I could try but I won’t
Some dreams that I had young have just never gotten old
So I keep on searching for a heart of gold…
with my heart of stone.
Oh no. The surprise is all yours.
I think I’m never going home.
Oh no not I I’m going to die alone (yeah)
Who would have thought I’d live long enough to be wrong
Just this one little change you oversaw
Should have known pride comes before the fall
Catalogue number: GC051
Year of induction into catalogue: 2015
written by: Sid Mysore