From the recording HISTORY
Time Will Tell © 2017 Steve Sofferin
You know it’s getting old,
always doing me wrong.
When I leave a message for you baby,
you always take too long
Cold as ice in the day or night,
you ain’t paying me no attention when the time is right
Bad luck and trouble
going to bring me down,
And my friends they tell me,
“She’s bad news” to be around.
Your bad news baby, think it’s time to run,
But I ain’t going, ‘cause you just might come…
I’m going to crawl right down to the bottom of a wishing well.
And I might stay down there awhile, but it’s cold as hell.
And it ain’t nobody’s business, if I want to get back on my feet
And come running back to you baby, only time will tell.
One time too many,
keep on doing me wrong,
Word is out on you baby,
stringing me along.
I see you now in the streetlight’s glow
I should walk on by but I still don’t know…