Allan Rayman
Mascara
She bites her wine stained lips
Mascara runs down her cheek
One last drag on my cigarette and she turns to me

It's time to leave
It's time to go
She's comfortable
It's time to leave
It's time to go
She's comfortable

Time to be off on her own
No one's waiting on her
No one's counting on her
Girl all alone
Alabama, what are you doing out on the road?

Babe, it's been a long time, I've not been okay, you should never know
Well you been runnin' wild baby, stories I've been told, baby, I should not have known
I hеar you like the warm weathеr
Powdering your nose, baby
Sand between your toes

I heard you're in the desert, love, tryna find a path baby
Tryna feed your soul
I sold mine long ago, baby this is not a joke, baby, I know how it goes
And now you want the good stuff talkin' like you're being tough Stories I've been told
I heard you're in the desert tryna find a path babe
Tryna feed your soul
I sold mine long ago, baby this is not a joke, baby, I know how it goes

And you have been gone for too long
I've been starting to freak out, baby
And if this is a joke it's been running too long
Going over my head, baby
And I cannot live without love in my life, baby
They want me to live without love in my life, baby

And you have been gone for too long
I've been starting to freak out, baby
If this is a joke it's been running too long
Going over my head, babe
And I cannot live without love in my life
They want me to live without love in my life, baby