John Allee

Torn

words and music by John Allee

 

Water's dripping from the faucet

Baby's looking at the holes in her jeans

And you are thinking about a woman

That you met at the Sunset out in New Orleans

 

A little pull and it starts to fray

A little more where the edge is worn

A little time and it tatters till it’s torn

 

Voices echo from the corners

Forgotten dreams that got left out of the game

And who are you to think of dreaming

When the day that you’ve been waiting for

It already came?

 

A little pull and it starts to fray

A little more where the edge is worn

A little time and it tatters till it’s torn

 

Entire life times go by unnoticed

Like the subtle signals of a woman's pain

And in their fading there’s someone waiting

But you know as it all goes it’s just waiting in vain

 

A little pull and it starts to fray

A little more where the edge is worn

A little time and it tatters till it’s torn

 

There was a family in West Virginia

Destroyed by allegiance in the civil war

When they finally shot each other

They forgot exactly what they had been fighting for

© 2007 John Allee/Portuguese Knees Music ASCAP.
Lyrics Reprinted with Permission.  All Rights Reserved.