Læs dagbog

There are devils in the daylight demons in the night
He's an old rock n roller looking back on his crazy life
He tried to burn his candle at both ends
And he tried to be her lover, all she wanted was a friend
Now he don't know where he's going
Can't remember where he's been


The demons fill his night at the end of his ride
Nothing left to say he danced away his best years
Now the fiddler's walking to him holding out his empty hand
You think he'd show some mercy on this broken guitar man

Bus tires roll on beneath him the headlights search the night
Trying to solve the mystery that will bring some peace tonight
He's looking for the answer in a song
The silver ribbon rolls on by and the beat goes on and on
The echoes of the song he played
Disappear and fade away


The demons fill his night at the end of his ride
Nothing left to say he danced away his best years
Now the fiddler's walking to him holding out his hand
You think he'd show some mercy on this broken guitar man

-Wenche Hartman-