Long Time Dead - L.A. Guns

When I came down to your riverside

And saw you standing there

Pocketful of moonbeams

You had henna in your hair

And I never felt so lonely

Got the feeling I can’t shed

Yeah, it might seem like a premonition

But you’re a long time dead

Gonna be a long time dead

Misery the devil’s in my head

The seasons had already turned

The wind began to howl

A change of fortune is what I need

And there was little doubt

That they had never heard my testimony

Not a single word I said

Yeah, the judge he whispered in my ears

Gonna be a long time dead

Gonna be a long time dead

Misery the devil’s in my head

Took you to your riverside

And saw you standing there

Pocketful of moonbeams

You had henna in your hair

And I never felt so lonely

Got the feeling I can’t shed

And it might seem like a premonition

But you’re a long time dead

Gonna be, gonna be a long time dead

Long time dead