John Hardy, American Country Hits, Country Hit Superstars, Country Music All-Stars Драматичный блюз: Горькая правда

I built a bridge just to watch it burn down
I was the most reckless fool in this quiet town
I thought I was running toward something grand
But I let the gold slip right through my hand

And it's a hard lesson learned in the dead of the night
When you realize the wrongs that you can never make right
I traded my diamond for a fistful of dirt
Left nothing behind but a trail of hurt
Now I'm carrying the weight of my foolish pride
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide

I wrote you a letter but I threw it away
There are things that a sinner is too scared to say
I see your face in the crowds passing by
A silent reminder of every goodbye

And it's a hard lesson learned in the dead of the night
When you realize the wrongs that you can never make right
I traded my diamond for a fistful of dirt
Left nothing behind but a trail of hurt
Now I'm carrying the weight of my foolish pride
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide