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I remember driving down a road with you on a dark December night... one hand on the wheel, the other in yours - I was holding it tight... And I still remember you sighing and saying it would be alright, you weren't about to leave me - God, how you deceived me! And I still remember faces smiling when they thought our ship had come in... Love would be the anchor, to keep each other drifting again... but nobody noticed the dark clouds that were quickly gathering..... and like a lightening flash, it happened so fast, I loved you too much. It just couldn't last...... CHORUS: And now the storm is over. It's washed away your emotion. There's blood on your hands - blood on your hands like a bright, red ocean. And tell me what happened to the man that I knew? I just don't understand and what did I do that caused you to leave me so abandoned?  I tried sailing away to Europe - determined to break all the rules and with a skinful of wine it's easy to behave like a kid out of school... I made love to a beautiful stranger and afterwards felt like a fool... 'cos I'll never forget all the things that you said by spending a night in another man's bed... and I stood on the coast near Rotterdam in the hot, still summer night, waiting for the tide to turn and hoping that we could still put things right... and I dragged myself back up to my feet again - to show you how much I could fight but you knocked me down like a circus clown by walking away without turning around... CHORUS: And now the storm is over. It's washed away your emotion. There's blood on your hands - blood on your hands like a bright, red ocean. And tell me what happened to the man that I knew? I just don't understand and what did I do that caused you to leave me so abandoned? And now a man in a leather chair sits back and he hears all my silent screams. He's spent his whole life listening to souls that are coming apart at the seams... and he's given me something to make me sleep - but he can't cut you out of the dreams. I know I walk this world alone - I never knew you could be this lonely! There are other ladies, no doubt, these days who are waiting for you in the wings... An artist - or an actress - a poetess or maybe someone who sings? But don't you forget that the roundabouts can only compensate for the swings... and where one stands tall the other will fall. You can't say I didn't give it you all. CHORUS: But now the storm is over. It's washed away your emotion. There's blood on your hands - my blood on your hands like a bright, red ocean. And tell me what happened to the man that I knew? I just don't understand and what did I do that caused you to leave me so abandoned? Lyrics & Music: © Rosie Hardman 1978 Requested by Len and Elaine Waite (Len was my great roadie on the '77 Scottish tour) Plant Life Records : PLR 023 |
