My Fault for Trusting You
He made it home to Biloxi
He'd been traveling all night long
They knew for days the storm was coming
That's when things went all wrong
His fault for trusting you
What else can a man do?
His fault for trusting you
Now there's people homeless and dying
And he's been sent there to keep the peace
He says there's mothers and babies crying
And all the desperate people they're looking at me
Well I'm returning to the sandbox
No more sad faces for me
They say many will never be found
Well I'm wondering if that means me
My fault for trusting you
What else can a man do?
My fault for trusting you
Writer/s: Murry Woods