Julianne

My feet are feeling heavy One on the concrete and one in the stream Lately I've been so heady Thirty-three didn't turn out at like I thought it would be Thirty-three didn't turn out at like I thought it would Wrote you a letter Couldn't explain what I meant, but you know what I mean Guess I'm trying to say it better Oh I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry Julianne Oh I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry Julianne I have this dream we're in the kitchen And I can't make out your face There's a long distance phone call That you never can manage to make That you never can manage to make I can't lift the paint off the paper I can't unsay the things I never said to her I did my best to put it in a letter Oh I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry Julianne Oh I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry Julianne I have this dream we're in the kitchen And I can't make out your face There's a long distance phone call That you never can manage to make That you never can manage to make You dial all the numbers, and your hand starts to shake You never can manage to make Oh I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry Julianne Oh I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry Julianne Oh I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry Julianne Oh I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry Julianne Oh I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry Julianne Oh I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry Julianne Oh I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry Julianne Oh I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry Julianne