Long Road Ahead - Dianne Reeves, Gregoire Maret

Mother may bell’s in a a quiet hell

I hear a gun and a heart and slay bells

I’d say things have changed quite a bit

Since I was young and mother didn’t give a shhh

I can’t be saved it’s too late

But with a little help I might concentrate

Long enough to start believing just to make sure your still breathing

No time for the broken hearted

Got to finish just what we started

The only promise to the pour departed

Is that they wind up dead

Just as sure as holy violence

We starve our songs in silence

Were all looking for a little guidance

Down the long road ahead

There’s a cold breeze through city streets

Blows leaves like dreams neath busy somewhere in an easy chair

Somebody’s momma crying, cause baby ain’t there

My baby’s so lazy like to lay around… Drive me crazy

No time for the broken hearted

Got to finish just what we started

The only promise to the pour departed

Is that they wind up dead

Just as sure as holy violence

We starve our songs in silence

Were all looking for a little guidance

Down the long road ahead

No time for the broken hearted

Got to finish just what we started

The only promise to the pour departed

Is that they wind up dead

Just as sure as holy violence

We starve our songs in silence

Were all looking for a little guidance

Down the long road ahead