THE ROAD AT STAINS

ARE WE LOOKING RIGHT THROUGH MY BRAIN

AND HAVE WE FOUND WHAT WE KNEW WE WOULD FIND

WE’VE BEEN LAUGHING ABOUT

THE THINGS THAT BRING THE MOST PAIN

AND IF I HOLD YOU AGAIN IT WILL BE AT THE ROAD AT STAINS

YOU MAKE ME HATE MYSELF WITH A PASSION

AND I HOLD MY BREATHE WHEN YOU’RE NEAR

YOU SEE I’VE KNOWN ALL ALONG

THAT THE FACE OF FATE IS A MOCKING GAME

AND IF I KISS YOU AGAIN IT WILL BE AT THE ROAD AT STAINS

IT’S A DOUBLE-LIFE I AM LIVING

AND I DON’T BELIEVE I WILL FIND MY PEACE

IT’S BEEN SIX YEARS AND I STILL DON’T KNOW

THE NAME OF THE GAME

BUT IF I DARE TOUCH YOUR HAIR

IT WILL BE AT THE ROAD AT STAINS

IT’S THE FRAME OF YOUR BODY THAT HURTS ME

AND IT’S THE SHELL OF YOUR DREAMS THAT I BELONG TO

AND IF THE PALM OF MY HAND

COULD BE JUST BENEATH YOUR SHOULDER

I WOULD SWEEP YOU OFF THE GROUND

AND TAKE YOU AWAY TO THE ROAD AT STAINS

I WON’T HAVE YOUR EYES FULL OF PITY

FOR THIS UNREQUIETED LOVE AFFAIR

I’VE GONE THIS LONG AND I WILL

SLIP THE MASK BACK OVER MY FACE

AND IF IT COMES OFF AGAIN IT WILL BE AT THE ROAD AT STAINS

AND IF I HOLD YOU AGAIN IT WILL BE AT THE ROAD AT STAINS

AND IF I DARE TOUCH YOUR HAIR

IT WILL BE AT THE ROAD AT STAINS

Gary Ogan