Stan Rogers

Evangeline

Stan Rogers


It's feeling like a wasted night, 
The piano's dead, the drummer's tight 
The song's gone cold but no-one seems to mind, 
Evangeline I'll try again some time. 

I've heard it from a friend or two, 
They say they like the things I do, 
But friends are seldom more than company, 
Evangeline, you're what a friend should be. 

Chorus: 
Freedom friend you've found me, 
Now love is all around me. 
Imagine my surprise, imagine my surprise. 

The city streets are no place to hide, 
And failure loves me like a bride, 
But points her finger now to someone new, 
So, Evangeline, I'm coming home to you. 
Chorus: 

It's feeling like a wasted night, 
The piano's dead, the drummer's tight, 
The song's gone cold, but no-one seems to mind. 
Evangeline I'll try again some time.