<Ilse DeLange> page <Dear John (26 May 1999, Paradiso, Amsterdam, Netherlands)> album page |
It'll Come To YouThat girl you were seein' back in '72Somethin' 'bout a hotel room and bath water in your shoes Were you into your Catholic thing then or some other stew Were you both holed up in that hotel room practising voodoo It'll come to you Don't look back, it'll come to you In the middle of the night, with you covers pulled up tight It is gonna come to you And that business partner you took for every red cent You can't even remember where all of that money went Some on liquor and women, maybe a little rent But as far as paying it back, Buddy, you ain't made a dent It'll come to you Don't look back, it'll come to you In the middle of the night, with you covers pulled up tight It is gonna come to you Yes they'll all be standin' 'round you in your sleep Askin' for a promise you couldn't keep 'Cause back when you were hollow inside You were tryin' to puff yourself up with your own foolish pride Now you're happily married, you've got a wife and kids of you're own But sometimes in the closet at night you can hear them rattlin' bones Takin' bets on your future and your current postal zone It's a spooky equation, but check out yourself Jack, you're the great unknown It'll come to you Don't look back, it'll come to you In the middle of the night, with you covers pulled up tight It is gonna come to you Yeah, in the middle of the night, with you covers pulled up tight It is gonna come to you Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |