James Clark Jones

Lyrics

Diva

Riding again on that train last night, covering some old tracks
La la la la la
Moving along at the speed of sound, knowing I won’t be back
La la la la la

Hey there diva, you got some nerve
Judging me round every curve
It’s not your judgement to reserve
All your books say you’ve got guts
But your friends think you’re nuts
And using me was just too much

Flying high on an airplane ride, flowing down the aisles
La la la la la
I comfort you on a summer night, does it make you smile still
La la la la la

Hey there diva, you got some nerve
Judging me round every curve
It’s not your judgement to reserve
All your books say you’ve got guts
But your friends think you’re nuts
And using me was just too much

Thunder crashes cross the sky
It’s a big event, the big goodbye
And if you’re asking why
Well it’s called the great divide

Walking the path that I’ve come to know
The concrete and the flowers
La la la la la
Looking back on you and me, not our finest hours
La la la la la

Hey there diva, you got some nerve
Judging me round every curve
It’s not your judgement to reserve
All your self-help books say you’ve got guts
But your friends think you’re nuts
And using me was just too much

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words and music JCJ