Musicians:
Christy Fisher: vocals, percussion, guitar, keyboards
Mark Gifford: keyboards
Engineered and Produced by Christy Fisher and Mark Gifford
Lyrics
In this little town the wind blows hard
Up and down Main Street- in your yard.. and baby...
People like to criticize ..and judge and hurt and scrutinize..and
sometimes it feels like
A bug held under the looking glass-
it seems so large and burns so fast
..and darlin' (they're all fascinated by it)
Silly things you did and said come back to haunt you in your head and honey..
It goes 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round
Well.. I don't want to talk about it-
They've all been talking too much for me.
I don't want to talk about it-
all you have to do is look and see..
You're still there in my heart
You're still there in my eyes
I'll be there in your darkest hour.
I'm gonna be there..
through the rumors..
..and the whispers..
and the lies.
There are Flying Dutchmen on this ship,
the Holy Ghost of Hypocrites and darlin'
don't let them
run your undies up a pole, salute the silks and leave you cold
'cause honey- it's not worth it.
You can't run and you can't hide
but you can start a church if you're crucified
and baby.. (let me think about that for a...)
How do you like this taste of fame?
It's way more bitter in the bigger game and, honey-
it goes 'round and 'round and 'round' and round..
I don't want to talk about it..
We all know that talk is cheap.
I don't want to talk about it..
Just close your eyes and go to sleep.
I'll be there in your heart.
I'll be there in your eyes.
I'm gonna be there in your darkest hour.
I'm gonna be there through the rumors..
and the whispers...
and the lies.