Curtains by Scott Hrabko & The Rabbits

Curtains
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Standing by the window
It's curtains for the day
But it was just getting underway
.
No birds are singing
They've got nothing left to say
The sun is done
Let's haul it all away
.
You curse your blessings
With second guessings
And heaping helpings of misery
You count your faults
And they multiply
In the eyes of every stranger
Passing you by
.
But it feels so good
To be understood
Like the golden light
At the end of the song
It's sweeter later than never
But, baby, I may be wrong
Either way, you just keep me hanging on
So don't be long
come on home where you belong

• Experimental
• Rock
• american songbook
• country jazz
• despair
• easy listening
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• Kansas City