Some of Adam's Blues Songtext
von The Quaker City Night Hawks

My name was written down from a foundation
Despite our faithlessness you send salvation
Lost through the garden gates
Lips wet with languish
No thought of memory
No simple precedent
And now I know it′s true


His day is coming boy
That final judgement
No matter where you go
You can't hide from him
Lost through the garden gates
Lips wet with languish
No thought of memory
No simple precedent
And now I know it′s true

Lost through the garden gates
Lips wet with languish
Your day is coming oh
And I feel it
Lost through the garden gates
Lips wet with languish
No thought of memory
No simple precedent
And now I know it's true