(Music, Lyrics, Guitar - Dan Bach) (Vocals - Lucy Dawn) "Your eyes have yet to smile, but they will," the ancient woman croaked through frail lips. She brushed the wind from her hair and murmured with a sigh, "I always look first at the eyes." But what cause have you to believe this of me when a moment ago we were strangers in the street? (Chorus:) She told me she can't take this place, where her daughter and her family sleep in so late, so she's walking to the airport, though it's fifteen miles away, while the winter weighs heavy on her frame. She…
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