Silver Lady

silver lady Annett Louisan Teilzeithippie the lady who works at the silver store is polishing cases of glass she brushes black velvet straightens still more and waits while the people all pass mmm mmm mmm mmm the lady who works at the silver store is

Tired of drifting, searching, shifting through town to town Every time I slip and slide a little further down I can't blame you if you won't take me back After everything I put you through But honey you're my last hope And who else can I turn to Come