Lyrics Quinn's Old Flame (Live) - Black
The
rains
start
to
recede
The
sky
to
turning
blue
She
met
him
as
a
lover
The
tinder
to
the
spark
He
met
her
as
the
latest
Lonely
question
mark
And
so
he
wonders
how
he
get
here
And
he
wonders
what
he'll
be
He
calls
it
fate,
he
calls
it
destiny
Take
any
road
out
and
it
ends
the
same
Not
strong
enough
to
choose
her
he
is
Quinn's
old
flame
He
loved
her
in
the
abstract
Each
of
her
body
parts
He
loves
her
still:
at
night
He
draws
a
mental
chart
(And)
puts
the
parts
together
And
smiling
to
himself
He
draws
her
to
him,
he
draws
her
to
him
He
wished
that
he
was
handsome
Or
at
least
well
read
That
his
name
was
rock
or
rocky
or
T-bone
or
red
He
calls
it
what
he
wants
gives
it
a
thousand
names
but
he's
A
born
again
loser
he's
quinn's
old
flame
He
entertains
a
dream
Of
putting
down
some
roots
In
every
place
of
business
that
He's
passing
through
He
can't
forget
what
they
could
have
been
She
liked
him
as
he
came,
he
came
as
Quinn's
old
flame
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