Chris Pureka

Chris Pureka - Wrecking Ball:

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Lyrics:

I pushed it hard
That goddamn wrecking ball
And I waited for
He weight to swing around but it never did
And the crows they fell
Around my eyes and still
No sign of that ball and chain

I pushed it hard,
That goddamn wrecking ball.
What kind of pendulum
Never comes back home?
You start to miss it some
The way you miss the rain
The way you miss the fighting when the war is won...

But what I miss the most is knowing just exactly
Where it hurts
Is knowing just exactly
What is wrong
And what I want
And what I want...

I miss the ghost trees
The weary midnight drives
The taste of loneliness
In the air beyond the towns.
I miss the resonance of those trigger words
That crazy one track mind.
Sometimes I miss the cold...

But what I miss the most is knowing just exactly
Where it hurts
Is knowing just exactly
What is wrong
And what I want
And what I want...

I'm remembering the sunlight
Coming down in shades of blue
The sorrow of the aftermath tightening the noose.
I'm thinking of the night
That all the lights went out
And how I learned to see
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark...

I pushed it hard
That goddamn wrecking ball
What kind of pendulum never comes back home?