The Circle Of Trust performing one of Thom Welte's originals from our CD 13 Short Stories at the bandshell on Hollywood beach. Jeff Egan, lead guitar, Pat Kregor, drums, Ken Gruneisen, bass, Thom Welte, lead vocal and rhythm guitar.
Lyrics:
In a downtown high-rise, seventh floor, suite 713, no name on the door, walked up to the front desk, stepped to the end of the line, the last few steps are the hardest and they weigh on your mind. The line it moves quickly, it won't take much time, look over the papers, initial and sign. Its already long and it just keeps on growing, its much more fun when you're coming then it is when your going. No one takes pictures, no on throws rice, there's no open bar, no sculptures of ice. No one throws flowers, no one eats cake, just the bitter taste of failure, chased with a shot of heartache. No one took pictures, no one threw rice, no open bar, no sculptures of ice. No one sent flowers, no one ate cake, just the bitter taste of failure, chased with a shot of heartache. Just the bitter taste of failure, chased with a shot of heartache.
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