Songtexte Stories - Ruthie Foster

And in the middle of my prime
Things are moving so fast in my life
If I told you that I loved you now
Would you cry?
Just cry

It's hard to know who had from tales anymore
I've got friends sweeping their dreams 'cross the floor
Busy jobs sucking up their lives dry
Trying to survive, survive

They'll bring you their joy
They'll sell you their pain
Some are caught between the living and wasting away

Sing about their plans
Dream about their past
Waking up to find there's something to never mend to last
Oh, ooh, hey

Ooh, ooh, how
Ooh
Ooh

I can't count the many stories I've seen
Passing by me like trains and new dreams
Will they ever reach their destiny
Or do they die with them
Somewhere

I'm in the middle of my prime
Things are moving so much faster now
If I told you that I loved you now
Would you cry?
Just cry