Loneliest Boy Songtext
Loneliest Boy
Words and Music by Beau Phillips


It's cold in California
Their windy glares scold ya
And send you away
Blood soaked sky winter day
November grows lonely
My heart longs for comely
Embraces from the one I wish that I loved

Loneliest Boy
Oh...
You'll never feel true love
So cut it all away
Cut it all away

It was deafening and frozen
On a four am road run through Sapce Mountain Hills
Coming Down from the thrill
I was among my big family
Feeling like a solo tragedy
Black sheep weeping inside
So I went for a solo drive through my dark side

Copyright 2007 Beau Phillips
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