Songtexte It Wasn't My Song She Wanted - John Edmond

Rolled into the city on half a tank of gas
And just enough for a couple of meals knowing well it wouldn't last
All I had was my guitar and a couple of songs to sell
A heart full of hope but way deep down
I knew I'd have to hope like hell
And the man behind the antique desk said
Your music's far too thin
And at that moment I looked up that's when she walked in
It wasn't my song she wanted though she said it sounded fine
But when she looked at me it seemed
That she could reach into my mind
It wasn't my song she wanted and all the time I couldn't see
It wasn't my song she wanted it was me
I stayed in the city had to sell the car
I took a job as a solo act singing down at Jonesie's bar
I'd sit and sing the people in and watch them walking out
But I knew darned well that they didn't care
What I was really singing about
And the man behind the antique desk said
Your music's far too thin
And at that moment I looked up that's when she walked in
It wasn't my song she wanted though she said it sounded fine
But when she looked at me it seemed
That she could reach into my mind
It wasn't my song she wanted and all the time I couldn't see
It wasn't my song she wanted it was me
Rolled out of the city on an evening train
Strangely enough with no regrets
I'd do it all over again
I found someone who stood by me
When my hopes bust apart at the seams
I know I lost a lot of faith but I found a lot of dreams
And the man behind the antique desk said
Your music's far too thin
And at that moment I looked up that's when she walked in
It wasn't my song she wanted though she said it sounded fine
But when she looked at me it seemed
That she could reach into my mind
It wasn't my song she wanted and all the time I couldn't see
It wasn't my song she wanted it was me