Текст песни
Shut; you didn't look behind.
Half cup of coffee by the wooden door,
Left on the railing just to mark the time.
A heavy word tossed on the gravel track,
Stuck in the dust before the engine roared.
A stubborn man don't turn his shoulders back,
Even when the evening's getting cold.
Sun goes down on the sugarcane,
Heavy head and a heavy chest; only pride that can feed the pain.
Putting true, true brotherhood to test all.
Too long we stayed in silence,
Brother; let foolish pride build up a wall.
Too long we turned from one another; I should have called your name,
Yes, I should have called your name.
Dry seasons come and wash across the fence; old pickup rusting by the garden gate.
Half cup of coffee by the wooden door,
Left on the railing just to mark the time.
A heavy word tossed on the gravel track,
Stuck in the dust before the engine roared.
A stubborn man don't turn his shoulders back,
Even when the evening's getting cold.
Sun goes down on the sugarcane,
Heavy head and a heavy chest; only pride that can feed the pain.
Putting true, true brotherhood to test all.
Too long we stayed in silence,
Brother; let foolish pride build up a wall.
Too long we turned from one another; I should have called your name,
Yes, I should have called your name.
Dry seasons come and wash across the fence; old pickup rusting by the garden gate.