
|
A day since I met her, I can't believe it's true. She came here from Memphis, Across the ocean sailing. And I saw her, And I pleaded, Why do you come so far? And she said; "Trying to get to you... I tried to get to you. Trying to get to you..." I'm sending a letter, I'll send it straight to you. I'll send it to Memphis, I knew that someday, All that I needed, And I wanted, Used to be that my head was haunted. Well all this silence, They make me laugh. And this violence It brings me down. I feel strong, I feel lucky. Trying to get to you. Said I'm trying to get to you, Trying to get to you... |