Take my soul with you

Edyta Bartosiewicz

Water's dripping from the trees 
I'm waiting in my car 
I'm biding all my time in memories 
I see a man passing by 
He smokes a big cigar 
Probably there's something 
He needs to tell me 

Oh take my soul with you 
I'm going away 
Take my soul with you 

Oh I think I've already heard his voice 
Oh I know I've seen his face someplace before 
There is something going on 
His face all deadly pale 
And wrinkled shows some kind of fear 
He seems not to be asking 
But demanding 

Oh take my soul with you 
I'm going away 
Take my soul with you 

I feel he's got the saddest thing to say 
The saddest thing to say 
The old musician - he won't play again 
The old musician - no piano playing 
I feel there's something going on 
I'm hearing bells all around me 

Oh take my soul with you 
I'm going away 
Take my soul with you