When You Go - Marc Ford

Everytime you turn to go

Set your angels free

A quiet storm of rage inside of me

Now my head is hanging low

You turned your back on me

Won’t there be some things I ought to see

When you go

Tears begin to flow, don’t you know

Pains come and go, don’t you know

When you go

The sun don’t seem to warm me

When you go

When you go

Thoughts of you, gone for good

Is more then I can stand

My head is buried deep beneath the sand

It was hard to see from where I stood

Playing in a band

This lonely boy that’s deep beneath this man