Buddy Miller

(Richard Thompson)

if i cross your path again
who knows where who knows when
on some morning without number
on some highway without end
don't grasp my hand and say
fate has brought us here today
fate is only fooling with us friend

keep your distance keep your distance
when i feel you close to me what can i do but fall
keep your distance keep your distance
for with us it must be all or none at all

it's a desperate game we play
throw our souls our lives away
on wounds that can't be mended
and debts that can't be payed
i played and i got stung
now i'm biting back my tounge
and sweeping out the footprints where i strayed