Waylon Jennings "The Hunger" |
They said in her younger days, her beauty was enough to drive men wild But the hunger in her body then was not the hunger of some lonely child Like a butterfly in springtime, searching every field for loving's sweetest rose The embrace of many strangers still could not release her from the hold. In the backstreets and the bedrooms, all she's found is disappointment's bitter weed While the love that she's too often found was enough to satisfy her needs She's older than the years she holds, and aging fast with each day passing by On a downhill run to nowhere, 'cause the hunger never can be satisfied. The reflection in her mirror's not the image she remembers in her mind Her beauty has been eaten by the hunger and the acid winds of time She has danced the tune her demons played and paid the piper dearly for his song Empty now of all her pride, but still inside the hunger's just as strong. They said in her younger days, her beauty was enough to drive men wild But the hunger in her body then was not the hunger of some lonely child Like a butterfly in springtime, searching every field for loving's sweetest rose The embrace of many strangers still could not release her from the hold. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |