Alice Russell Hurry On Now

Now my road has turned to tracks, Stones to pebbles, see them roll away. My wandering troubles need not break my back, Mmm, sorrow is the price I pay. I sing my sorrows to the morning; I speak them to the night. You best believe Ill keep singing until I make my wrongs so right. Devil said, a pity for your troubles to take your tired old soul So you know you got to go. Hurry, to catch the morning. You got to hurry on now, In the night. I would heed my sorrow. And it knows, wont be long now Hurry.