The Vintage Caravan
Dark Times
You come along and take the wind out of my sails
Up high your clouds appear and set me up to fail
Right back I fall for your tricks and I know it won't be long
This was the last straw and I won't come back

Dark times and I go around the bend
And i'll try to cast it aside
Dark times and I go around the bend
Oh no

You see clearly what you're, doing to me
I can't go on like this, I need to be free
I do things i'd never do because of circumstance
I'm begging you please, please I just want peace

Dark times and I go around the bend
And I'll try to cast it aside
Dark times and I go around the bend
Oh no