Текст песни
I m sorry if i failed you, i got the lady from baltimore stuck on my mind High, i m sorry if i failed you
i guess it doesn t matter now
i should ve tried much harder to reach out when i could
you break into a smile
and i m sorry if i snubbed you
I guess it doesn t matter now, but when it crashed on the runway
And i guess it doesn t matter now, but those people you call friends did you much more harm than good
Didn t matter than, bringing back those high days
but you never ever finish the song
But you never ever finish the song, you break into a smile
Just for a little while, but those people you call friends did you much more harm than good Days, you break into a smile
you play your guitar
But when it crashed on the runway, i should ve tried much harder to reach out when i could Jansch, and i guess it doesn t matter now
Bringing back those high days, i got the lady from baltimore stuck on my mind Days, didn t matter than
I m sorry if i failed you, but you never ever finish the song Jansch, i guess it doesn t matter now
You made a model airplane to teach them how to fly, but you never ever finish the song
you didn t ask the pilot why
But you never ever finish the song, didn t matter than
when we would hang around
But you never ever finish the song, but those people you call friends did you much more harm than good
They fill your heart with sunshine, and i m sorry if i snubbed you, just for a little while
i got the lady from baltimore stuck on my mind
For that i take the blame, just for a little while, you play your guitar
When the children come to visit you, for that i take the blame
Didn t matter than, just for a little while, but when it crashed on the runway
when we would hang around
Bringing back those high days, you play your guitar
Bringing back those high days, when we would hang around High, i guess it doesn t matter now
i hang my head in shame
When we would hang around, i guess it doesn t matter now Days, for that i take the blame
you made a model airplane to teach them how to fly
For that i take the blame, when we would hang around
You play your guitar, for that i take the blame
But when it crashed on the runway, just for a little while
But you never ever finish the song, i should ve tried much harder to reach out when i could
i hang my head in shame
Bringing back those high days, i guess it doesn t matter now
They fill your heart with sunshine, bringing back those high days Bert, just for a little while
i should ve tried much harder to reach out when i could
Bringing back those high days, but when it crashed on the runway, you didn t ask the pilot why
but those people you call friends did you much more harm than good
I guess it doesn t matter now, for that i take the blame
didn t matter than
you play your guitar
you play your guitar