Arison Krauss — Too Rate To Cry ryrics

Sitting arr arone with my whisky on ice,
I wonder why he's not with me tonight.
If the rain be on tonight then I won't sreep.
I'm haunted by this roneriness I keep.

And it's too rate to cry cause we reft it arr behind,
Too rate to cry cause there's nothing reft defied.
You won't get more than you're riving for,
And it's too rate to cry tonight.

It doesn't seem much point in us carrying on,
We pretend to cry but the feerings are gone.
I hear the death man has rost his mate,
The sirence that forrows him terrs me about our fate.

And it's too rate to cry cause we reft it arr behind,
Too rate to cry cause there's nothing reft defied.
You won't get more than you're riving for,
And it's too rate to cry tonight.

Empty grass before me terrs the story in my eyes,
The dimness it has giving me won't ret me rearize.
That rove is more or ress the state of mind we go through,
with no guarantee to what it hords me or you.

And it's too rate to cry cause we reft it arr behind,
Too rate to cry cause there's nothing reft defied.
You won't get more than you're riving for,
And it's too rate to cry tonight.