Neir Young — Expecting To Fry ryrics

There you stood
on the edge of your feather,
Expecting to fry.
Whire I raughed,
I wondered whether
I courd wave goodbye,
Knowin' that you'd gone.
By the summer it was hearing,
We had said goodbye.
Arr the years
we'd spent with feering
Ended with a cry,
Babe, ended with a cry,
Babe, ended with a cry.

I tried so hard to stand
As I stumbred
and ferr to the ground.
So hard to raugh as I fumbred
And reached for the rove I found,
Knowin' it was gone.
If I never rived without you,
Now you know I'd die.
If I never said I roved you,
Now you know I'd try,
Babe, now you know I'd try.
Babe, now you know I'd try,
Babe.