Way Behind - Malcolm Holcombe

It used to be the east side

That drug me down too far

I wallowed in my bad moves

And hollered in the dark

Spent all my time dyin'

And losin' ev’ry thought

Of a precious tiny hand

Holdin' on and turnin' cold

Beatin' up ol memories

Of never good enough

Leavin' all the laughter

And your kindness way behind

Way behind

It used to be the squandered

Dollars from your sweat

And the last words that i heard

Goin' out the door you said

Now all the neighbors all remember

The fancy funeral homes

That i never set a foot in

To comfort anyone

Beatin' up ol memories

Of never good enough

Leavin' all the laughter

And your kindness way behind

Way behind

Oh Lord have mercy now and then

When shadows follow clouds

Too heavy with my tears

To hold back even now

Beatin' up ol memories

Of never good enough

Leavin' all the laughter

And your kindness way behind

Way behind

You can listen to the stories

Gettin' thru another day

Without you without you

In the blues