Where does the good go

I can’t survive on what you send, every time you need a friend

My dreams were full of strange ideas
My mind was set despite the fears
But other things got in the way
I never asked that boy to stay

Once upon a time at home
I sat beside the telephone
Waiting for someone to pull me through
When at last it didnt ring, I realized it wasn’t you

7 Responses to “I can’t survive on what you send, every time you need a friend”

  1. Mary Says:

    What the hell…have you actually continued listening to the cd I made for you? Although I know I put the Billy Bragg version of this song on the cd and the Kirsty MacColl song is completely different, “What Do Pretty Girls Do?” I think?

    Poor Kirsty…

    Oh wait, are you trying to tie this in with the Patriots? Sad, missy, sad.

  2. Dawn summers Says:

    Yes! I have made it to the early sixties on the CD! But I’m kinda stuck on is she really going out with him and a new england. But yes, I did first play the song because of football.

  3. Mary Says:

    hahaha – early sixties….Do you need me to make you a British Invasion cd?

  4. Dawn summers Says:

    Haha would it have kate something… She sings foundations

  5. Mary Says:

    I don’t know who you are talking about. British Invasion refers to UK music of the 60’s.

  6. kaz Says:

    i saw two shooting stars last night, i wished on them. But they are only satellites! Is it wrong to wish on space hardware? I wish, I wish, I wish you cared.

  7. dawn Says:

    I don’t feel bad about letting you go, I just feel sad about letting you knoooow!

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