Other Road
Lisa Brokaw, Joseph Camerlengo
I believe in you, and you’re leaving me
It’s too easy to stumble [?]
I will cry at you, have a cup of tea
If it’s what you want, have a stay with me
At the end of the road
At the end of the road
At the end of the road
At the end of the road
Other road
It’s relieving to stumble [?]
But you’re something else, such a strange [?]
I’m the man you want, don’t be scared of me
[?] with me
At the end of the road
At the end of the road
At the end of the road
At the end of the road
At the end of the road
At the end of the road
At the end of the road
At the end of the road
Other road