Old Familiar Feeling Back to Lyrics
I went to sleep with the full moon in the sky
the ceiling fan rumbling like a distant train
I woke in the early morning, to the High Ball’s mournful cry
and felt that old familiar feeling again
I watched you climb in- to the waiting car
Standing in the cool West Virginia rain
A ticket to Holloway, with your suitcase and guitar
And that old familiar feeling again
Once again, life threw me another curve
I was moving way too fast to swerve
Don’t believe every- thing you’ve been told
At the end of the rainbow, there ain’t no pot of gold
Just an empty bowl rusting in the sun
Well I looked around and when I couldn’t see anyone
I went to pick it up, but it crumbled in my hands
Oh that old familiar feeling again
I went to bed knowing very well
After today, nothing would ever be the same
The moonlight in my eyes, hearing the crossing’s bell
Oh that old familiar feeling again
I went to sleep with the full moon in the sky
the ceiling fan rumbling like a distant train
I woke in the early morning, to the High Ball’s mournful cry
and felt that old familiar feeling again
I watched you climb in- to the waiting car
Standing in the cool West Virginia rain
A ticket to Holloway, with your suitcase and guitar
And that old familiar feeling again
Once again, life threw me another curve
I was moving way too fast to swerve
Don’t believe every- thing you’ve been told
At the end of the rainbow, there ain’t no pot of gold
Just an empty bowl rusting in the sun
Well I looked around and when I couldn’t see anyone
I went to pick it up, but it crumbled in my hands
Oh that old familiar feeling again
I went to bed knowing very well
After today, nothing would ever be the same
The moonlight in my eyes, hearing the crossing’s bell
Oh that old familiar feeling again