Wasted Hours
(Words & Music by Keith Brown)

Let go lady, it’s time to spread my wings in flight,
Hear the thunder as I steal away into the night.

Wasted hours are the days I’ve spent with you,
And now I must be heading on down the road
And get wherever life is leading me to,
For the autumn winds are calling my name,
And I’m back on the road just the same,
Wasted hours, and again I’m to blame, girl, I’m to blame.

Wasted hours are the days you’ve spent with me,
But then, I told you so from the very start
That one day I’d get right on up and leave,
But I couldn’t make you listen to me,
The times I told you of this need to be free,
Please understand girl now this just has to be.

And I know how you feel, ‘cause my lady
It’s happened to me before in my life,
But you must let go, this is the only way it can be,
Now why can’t you see, the boy has got to be free?

For the autumn winds are calling my name,
And I’m back on the road just the same,
Wasted hours and again, I’m to blame, girl, I’m to blame.

Wasted hours cannot go on, now don’t you see?
And so I’ll turn and close the door ever so softly as I leave,
For there’s something out there calling my name,
And I must follow it come sunshine or rain,
Wasted hours and again I’m to blame, girl, I'm to blame.

Just the same, I recall all those nights that
I tried to warn you and you chose not to see of
This rambling spirit that resides within me in this life,
To try and lasso the wind isn’t wise, love
Our time must come to an end when one wields the knife.

I tried to tell you that I had to be free, girl,
You tried to listen and you just couldn’t hear in the night,
Those restless evenings with the wind calling me, girl,
Those wasted hours that we spent soaring high in our flight.


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