FROST ON MY DOORSTEP
FROST ON MY DOORSTEP
Fare well my native shore never wanting to step foot no more
Don’t ask me why or what for
I am ten feet deep in snow and don’t have anywhere to go pity it is
Best when you walk slow
Talking about depression I won't give you that impression for
me it is just an elusion
I left behind a scandal oh why did I not marry Randall but left him there
Standing at sandals
Portugal wants me my heart says follow through my mind says no
Yet I have nowhere else to go
The frost is now on my front door tomorrow they will hang me
For sure Little did she know
Randal poor Randal is now searching for me at Sandals please tell him to look.
no more Lord the cell is cold.
A short gun weddings or the runaway bride.
