Help Me Roada Songtext
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Oh, help me Rhoda
The night we talked about breaking my heart
I fell asleep with my face in the couch
With shock, filthy news sinking into my bones
Watching T.V. while the neighbors moaned
In the morning when we worked it out
"Just a passing storm cloud," you said
A plastic smile from the foot of the bed
How was I to know it was up ahead?

The night our castle made of sand
Melted into the dirty hands
I tried to be strong but made myself small
Tracking your shadows on the lawn

Oh, help me Rhoda
Oh, this time it′s bad
I think I lost the best thing that I ever had


The day you almost broke my heart
I rode my bike on the edge of town
And hated the sun for shining so strong
And hated the Rhodas for moving on

The night you almost broke my heart
Every bar was playing some song
While friends brought me drinks
And passed me along
'Til the welcome sleep held me
But not for that long

Oh, help me Rhoda
Oh, this time it′s bad
I think I lost the best thing that I ever had

In the morning when I came around
I had to tell you the things that I saw
A tall dark plant that doesn't need too much light
A glass of molasses, rum and crushed ice
The warm blue glow of grenadine light
A tug on my belt loop
And I get too close to the tracks

The best thing that I ever had
The best thing that I ever had