Quote of The Day:

• If you're a singer you lose your voice. A baseball player loses his arm. A writer gets more knowledge, and if he's good, the older he gets, the better he writes.

Artist: James Blunt

Billy's leaving today (don't know where he's going)
Holds his head in disgrace (he can't escape the truth)
He knows the price that he's paid
He admits that it's too late to admit that he's afraid
Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his soul mate
The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late
Old doors are closed but he's always open
To relive time in his mind
Oh Billy

Billy's leaving today (don't know where he's going)
He's got lines on his face (they tell the story of his pain)
He accepts it's his fate
He admits it took too long to admit that he was wrong
Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his soul mate
The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late
Old doors are closed but he's always open
To relive time in his mind
Oh Billy

Once he was a lover sleeping with another
Now he's just known as a cheat
And he wish he'd had a mirror; looked a little clearer
Seen into the eyes of the weak
Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his soul mate
The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late
Old doors are closed but he's always open
To relive time in his mind
Oh Billy