The High Strung
Your Man’s Come
It's alright, little girl
Your man's come
He's headstrong
In the past he's hid his feelings deep behind
A weathered brow
But all that's over now
He's dying to tell you why
Through the unholy wreckage
Through the violent storm
So many days he thought of you
To keep him warm
Could swear he hears you singing
Once more
It's alright, little girl
Your man's come
To where he belongs
It's settled now
He's left your side
For the last time
It's such a crime
He was gone so long