From the recording Santa Fe

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Lyrics

The Things I Did For Love
© 1996 Michael R. J. Roth

Strolling San Francisco Street,
past the vendors in the doorways,
you can almost smell the summer heat
burning off the sense of grace.
And the people hurry past
down the street in search of gold,
but they slip between the shadows cast
by the thought of what was sold.

I've never felt so lonely
amid the shining chrome.
All I have now isn't worth
a quarter to call home.
And if I had a fortune,
it was only fashioned of
all the broken pieces
of the things I did for love.

I have done so many things,
all for fortune and for fame,
that it seems as though the days have wings
while the nights linger in shame.

I've never felt so lonely
amid the shining chrome.
All I have now isn't worth
a quarter to call home.
And if I had a fortune,
it was only fashioned of
all the broken pieces
of the things I did for love.

Everything's on sale again,
pegged against the price of blood.
The clouds are torn up like the notes I made
on the things I did for love.

I've never felt so lonely
amid the shining chrome.
All I have now isn't worth
a quarter to call home.
And if I had a fortune,
it was only fashioned of
all the broken pieces
of the things I did for love.