Mark Olson. The Salvation Blues. Look Into The Night. Zeneszám

The weeds have grown in the playground
House we lived in fell down
Your mother's cryin', my father
Has left and gone downtown

Look into the night
See if we can find a place to be
Across the highway with no lights

Far enough to believe in
This life, this dream and
Our belonging picks us up
Look into the night

Jealous young tree
We planted in our youth and I see
Jealous young tree

Old enough to believe in
This life, this dream and
Our belonging picks us up
Look into the night

Your eyes I remember
In mind still the same
Your eyes I remember
In mind still the same

We build our house while some fall down
You must hide the ground we walk on

Look into the night
And see if we can find a place to be
Across the highway with no lights

Far enough to believe in
This life, this dream and
Our belonging picks us up
Look into the night

Weeds have grown in the playground
The house we lived in fell down