Stevie Nicks

Words and music by stevie nicks.
I remember him, he was very young
No one spoke like him, he was someone
And i carried on, like i couldn't stop
All of it for us, baby
And you, you got in my way
Stood between me and my friends
It was my sin, it was my shame
You were unconscious to the pain i was in
Chorus:
I hear there's trouble in shangri-la
I run through the grass
I run over the stones
Down to the sea
Show me the way back, honey
I hear there's trouble in shangri-la
I run through the grass
I run over the stones
Show me the way back... to the sea
With honor be it spoken
To understand this light that we carry
And let it light your way
Of course, you know, i generally take it
Well, i make accommodations for you
And consider this...
Well, you used to be my love
I make excuses for you