Cry
Cry
Cry
Cry make a wish that I might cry
For all the moments that I'd missed
For all the chances drifted by
Oh I cry
Like a poor rejected son
That holds a bottle and a gun
For the chance to do or die
Oh I'll cry

Cry
I heard an angel start to cry
For all the moments that I'd missed
For all the chances drifted by
Oh I'd cry
Like a poor rejected son
That holds a bottle and a gun
For the chance to do or die
Oh I'll cry

Cry.........

M Ure
M Karn
S Jansen
R Barbieri