The Brooklyn Cowboys - Waycross Stables lyrics

I go back to the gables My days in Waycross stables Now it's a mess I'm dead I guess Well the past is comin' on Faded dreams are going strong I'm back inside my yesterdays When the sky was crystal blue Sunshine lit the days with you All coming clearer in the haze On a Sunday morning there We were kids without a care Walking down Sewanee Drive Down by that big oak tree You gave yourself to me I never have felt so alive Back in the summer of '81 We were young and life was fun Now I go back to the gables To my days in Waycross stables Now it's a mess I'm dead I guess On that day I found you there It was more than I could bear And nothing's ever been the same I could never let you see But something died inside of me And days of desperation came Back in the frost of '89 When I left it all behind Now I go back to the gables To my days in Waycross stables Now it's a mess I'm dead I guess Round the world I rambled, gambling that I'd be Fine if I could put some miles between those days and me Now the future's been and gone Still I'm here just hanging on And looking back with hope to find Traces of summer gone Don't come easy Ringo's on Back when I held your hand in mine Here in the autumn of ought-two I know just what I've got to do So I go back to the gables To my days in Waycross stables When we were blessed I'm dead I guess I go back to the gables To my days in Waycross stables Now it's a mess I'm dead I guess