HARRY BELLICK MUSIC BOX RADIO

once again waitin for the train
standin here in the pouring rain
a soul with no memory
just a man with a name
waiting for her love
to come back again
hearts drawn through
with a warm dry blade
sun burning down
standing in the shade
like a glided bird in a cage
no love no sorrow
just blind screaming rage
leaving now is easy
your not part of my life
our love is buried and dead
above the soil
just waiting for the 99