Place at the End of the Street Songtext
von Cotton Jones

How wide
How wide
How wide goes your love
How wide
How wide goes your love

White cloud hanging on my head
Waiting for somethin′ to do
While cops chase kids down P.A. Avenue
In a wild, exploding moon
Well I could think about the water
To be floatin' like the apple core
How sweet it would be to roll up on your shore

How wide
How wide
How wide goes your love
How wide
How wide goes your love


I met you in the mornin′
'Long the banks of the glow stream
With your guitar
Always wet with a tune
You said "Take back this song
Sing it for my family
Call it what you want
But please remember who you're singin′ it to"

How wide
How wide
How wide goes your love
How wide
How wide goes your love

How wide
How wide
How wide goes your love
How wide
How wide goes your love