You know it will end in tears when you have a melancholic country song sung by a bluesy soul singer like Dorothy Moore.
Friends I could count on I could count on one hand
with a left over finger or two.
I took them for granted,
let them all slip away,
now where they are I wish I knew.
They roll by just like water
And I guess we never learn,
go through life parched and empty
knee deep in a river,
dying of thirst.
Sometimes I remember
sweethearts I've known,
some I've forgotten I suppose.
One or two still linger,
oh I wonder now why
I ever let them go.
They roll by just like water
And I guess we never learn,
go through life parched and empty
knee deep in a river,
dying of thirst.