Maria

Come see what I've become
A broken piece of myself
And you know I haven't prayed
Since I was twenty

I'm sorry about the times
I've let you and my father down
They say all virtue is silent
But my mistakes are so loud

Maria how could we know
I'd be talking to you
In this late phone call
Tell my old man I'm on the road
Maybe in a few months
I'll be coming home

You know the time is short
We learn to walk and start running
'Cos since they cut the cord
My part of us seems so lonely

Remember when my only dream
Was to have a guitar
Innocently I paved the way
That would take me so far

Maria how could we know
I'd be talking to you
In this late phone call
Tell my old man I'm on the road
Maybe in a few months
I'll be coming home

Maria how could we know
I'd be talking to you
In this late phone call
Tell my old man I'm on the road
Maybe in a few months
I'll be coming home

Maria how could we know
Tell my old man I'm on the road



Credits
Writer(s): Gustavo Andrade
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