Kyrie - Gilbert Bécaud

Is this as good as it gets,

I feel like I just ain’t seen nothing yet,

Regret is just another word for time ill spent

And guilt the only consequence

A continent of scenery is seperating you from me

And I don’t suppose you’d leave it all behind

And I don’t suppose you’d leave it I’ll be…

Half awake, I’m half undone

I’ve half a mind get up and run

to the other side of America

Half a buck, stick out my thumb

A stroke of luck will have me come

to the other side of America

When is enough, when is too much

How can I feel you, you’re too far away to touch

Inebriation’s just a cruch, I can’t stand up

My belly aches and I lost my lunch

Please put down that cigarette

These situations solve themselves

And I don’t suppose you’d leave it all behind

And I don’t suppose you’d leave it I’ll be…

Half awake, I’m half undone

I’ve half a mind get up and run

to the other side of America

Half a buck, stick out my thumb

A stroke of luck will have me come

to the other side of America

(Bridge)

Half awake, I’m half undone

I’ve half a mind get up and run

to the other side of America

Half a buck, stick out my thumb

A stroke of luck will have me come

to the other side of America

Half awake I barely see, that destiny’s in front of me

On the other side of America

The other side…