From the recording Nobody Plays Here Anymore

Lyrics

santa davis - drums carl byron - hammond b3 organ, clavinet danny frankel - percussion eric corne - vocals, guitars, bass when you wake in the morning throw the covers from your bed and you pick yourself up off it shake the cobwebs out your head now you've run yourself half ragged look like you've been left for dead and you're moving in circles just the dog that pulls the sled see myself in the mirror of what i once knew as your eye marbled by the tear of what has become your eye you've a taste in your mouth now so it's natural you want more like the beautiful south agents guide you to my door but your eyes they've become heavy now and your feet so tired and sore so you pray i take you in now before you fall down at my door see myself in the mirror of what i once knew as your eye marbled by the tear of what has become your eye say you're happy for me am i even happy some of us are happiest when we're down don't try to catch me see myself in the mirror of what i once knew as your eye marbled by the tear of what has become your eye will i take you with me not even sure i'll make it there i know you miss your life here like a child you just want to play but nobody plays here but nobody plays here but nobody plays here...anymore