Terrible Years - Patrick Sweany

Terrible years, terrible years

Terrible years, dark corners filled with fears

Like a bullet, threatening

Everything that you hold dear

Won’t you pass on by me terrible years?

He has a Bonneville, has a Cadillac

Need a little scorcher with a hard top back

Memory in the past tense

Need time for my mind to build up fence

It’s a healer

It’s a dealer

Lord, remove it from my sight

Won’t you pass on by me terrible years

Come on rear view

Come on hindsight

Need me some space oh to make it right

I want time to shade on over every teardrop fight

Can’t escape a memory

It’s a tree top tangled kite

Won’t you pass on by me terrible years

Terrible years, terrible years

Terrible years, dark corners filled with fears

Like a bullet, ???

Everything that you hold dear

Won’t you pass on by me terrible years?

Pass on by me terrible years