Last Trip - Edit

Here I stand, my angel
 With a three quartz broken heart
 You said the grass was greener
 You knew that from the start
 It's the last trip to my baby's arms tonight
 Got my bread from the baker
 Two-bit crusty roll
 Sang my song to the savior
 And down the road I go
 It's the last trip to my baby's arms tonight
 Any day now, see me walking
 Hear me knocking on your front door
 Catch a bus, catch a train
 Catch a plane, it's all the same
 It's the last trip to my baby's arms tonight
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 Dreaming of her ways
 Her caressing, my obsessing
 She made me cry
 As I walk along, find myself smiling
 I'm about to lose my broken heart
 On the last trip to my baby's arms tonight