Deirdre Moncy

Leaving Sun Valley

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Deirdre Moncy
12/31/1969

Lyrics

LEAVING SUN VALLEY Prairies roll by on this January day, I’m on the back of the bus that takes me away White drifts of cold seem to mirror gray skies We come to a stoplight and it seems that I’ve cried Colors so muted like I wished I could be (sometimes baby) Turning around or bring you here to me Bring you here to me Now when I say that I miss you baby, you know that it’s true Miss your lips, your touch across my neck and I miss talking to you So I wont think about tomorrow, or who I’m supposed to be, by then ‘Cause what I miss the most – what I miss the most is what you see in me Colors so muted like I wished I could be (sometimes baby) Turning around or bring you here to me Bring you here to me Bring you here I’ll meet you anywhere, just say you care For me Still the prairies roll by and like the clouds we drift away