FRANKLY:
by Lydia Glider Shelley
Every time I burn one
I still think of you, my friend
and every time I need to talk
I miss you more again
Frankly
darlin’ how
could you have gone
and left me here alone to carry on
now when I pass by a spot
where I used to see you roamin’ around town
I wanna sing the blues
And frankly baby,
how could you not see
the love that had begun to grow inside of me?
You’re a heartache - a memory that won’t
let go
my soul’s cryin’ too
over what could have come true
if I had spoken to you frankly
When trains blow their warning blast now
you come to my mind
and when I cross any railroad tracks
I have come to find
Frankly sweetheart I think we both knew
what rampaging madness
life together could brew
but the heartache and the memory
that won’t let go
keep remindin’ me
I’m alive, if still not free
and I hope one day to be able to say
all of this frankly