God Willin' & The Creek Don't Rise

This Love Is Over Ray LaMontagne Goin' out of my mind Don't even know my own name half the time How'd I get so blind that I couldn't see What was right in front of me? Wish I was wrong I wish that you were right here lyin' in my arms Deep down inside

New York City's Killing Me Ray LaMontagne There's just somethin' about this hotel Got me wishin' I was dead Gotta get out of New York City, son Somewhere I can clear my head I was just kickin' along the sidewalk No one looks you in the eye No one ask

Is that sun Ever gonna break Break on through the clouds Shine down in all its glory? Onto me Here upon the ground Cause I can't hear a sound 'Cept my own sad story I get so tired A starin' at the wall Weight so heavy And that mountain so tall Is the