Wick Fields
The Road
by Wick Fields
Somewhere down that road
There is an old friend waiting by a fire
He knows you all too well
And he's ready to laugh with you
At all the old stories.
The cruelty of the long night
Has nothing on those flames.
by Wick Fields
Somewhere down that road
There is an old friend waiting by a fire
He knows you all too well
And he's ready to laugh with you
At all the old stories.
The cruelty of the long night
Has nothing on those flames.