Sweet Old World

Lucinda Williams · Sweet Old World [1992]

See what you lost when you left this world



This sweet old world



What you lost when you left this world



This sweet old world



The breath from your own lips, the touch of fingertips



A sweet and tender kiss



The sound of a midnight train, wearing someone's ring



Someone calling your name



Somebody so warm cradled in your arm



Didn't you think you were worth anything



See what you lost when you left this world



This sweet old world



What you lost when you left this world



This sweet old world



Millions of us in love, promises made good



Your own flesh and blood



Looking for some truth, dancing with no shoes



The beat, the rhythm, the blues



The pounding of your heart's drum together with another one



Didn't you think anyone loved you



See what you lost when you left this world



This sweet old world



What you lost when you left this world



This sweet old world



See what you lost when you left this world



This sweet old world



What you lost when you left this world



This sweet old world