BeJae Fleming: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

It’s way past midnight, I’m a little off track
I’m a little bit lost, I’m trying to get back
All turned around, no direction is clear
Where did I go wrong, how did I end up here

Chorus:
You’d better run when you see me coming
I got the bad luck won’t leave me alone
I got the needle, just hit empty
And it’s still a long way home

The young ones used to watch me trying to figure out how
I did the magic, you wouldn’t know to look at me now
I’m down at the bottom of my bag of tricks
Nothing left but nicotine-stained Statocaster licks

Chorus

Bridge
There was nothing but good luck in the early days
Time passed, things changed, there was hell to pay
But, nothing else mattered, no worry, no doubt
No money, no chance, no easy way out

Now my mind’s gone slack, but I’m still wound tight
I’m like a small-town bar on a Saturday night
You’d better take a good look, hear what I say
Turn around now, don’t end up this way

Chorus