Frédérique Spigt
> 1988 - Wounded
Riding the same road (3.05) Little by little you said goodbye But I couldn’t see least of all why It could end up in a wrangle, to break or to strangle Now I’m left here to cry Well I don’t know why It wasn’t good enough It took more than love Well, I don’t know why It wasn’t good enough It took more than love Riding the same road, packing my old bags The same thoughts running through my head I’m back in the same old single bed You say I’m old-fashioned But you needed concessions at any price Is this where we stand and where it all ends Did our hearts turn to ice Well I don’t know why It wasn’t good enough It took more than love Riding the same road, packing my old bags The same thoughts running through my head I’m back in the same old single bed Throwing stones at your window Making you think that I’m kinda low But it takes a while before I walk a mile And find an old reply Riding the same road, packing my old bags The same thoughts running through my head I’m back in the same old single bed, babe Riding the same road, packing my old bags The same thoughts running through my head I’m back in the same old single bed I’m riding the same road, packing my old bags The same thoughts running through my head I’m back in the same old single bed, babe Riding the same road Riding the same road Riding the same road  Muziek/tekst: Frédérique Spigt. (P) 1988 SBK Songs Holland BV (C) 1988 CBS Grammofoonplaten BV   
Riding the same road
> 1988 - Wounded
Riding the same road (3.05) Little by little you said goodbye But I couldn’t see least of all why It could end up in a wrangle, to break or to strangle Now I’m left here to cry Well I don’t know why It wasn’t good enough It took more than love Well, I don’t know why It wasn’t good enough It took more than love Riding the same road, packing my old bags The same thoughts running through my head I’m back in the same old single bed You say I’m old-fashioned But you needed concessions at any price Is this where we stand and where it all ends Did our hearts turn to ice Well I don’t know why It wasn’t good enough It took more than love Riding the same road, packing my old bags The same thoughts running through my head I’m back in the same old single bed Throwing stones at your window Making you think that I’m kinda low But it takes a while before I walk a mile And find an old reply Riding the same road, packing my old bags The same thoughts running through my head I’m back in the same old single bed, babe Riding the same road, packing my old bags The same thoughts running through my head I’m back in the same old single bed I’m riding the same road, packing my old bags The same thoughts running through my head I’m back in the same old single bed, babe Riding the same road Riding the same road Riding the same road  Muziek/tekst: Frédérique Spigt. (P) 1988 SBK Songs Holland BV (C) 1988 CBS Grammofoonplaten BV   
Frédérique Spigt