Seen him playing in his backyard. Young boy just starting out. So much history in this landscape. So much confusion, so much doubt. . Been there drinking on that front porch.
Elton John and the Sounds of Blackness. . Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen. . See the little baby. Wrapped in a manger. On Christmas Morning. . Amen, Amen, Amen.
Raised to be a lady by the golden rule. Alice was the spawn of a public school. With a double barrel name in the back of her brain. And a simple case of 'Mummy-doesn't-love-me' blues.
You're a cool little one. My dark southern breeze. Sweeps through my fingers. And it amazes me. Dixie shadow land. Your envy shelters me. Lay down your burden.
You know it, it is only true. That you could be the best of you. How I wonder miles away. Tying horshoes by the bay. . As we know, maybe faster. All the way down to El Paso.
Raised to be a lady by the golden rule. Alice was the spawn of a public school. With a double barrel name in the back of her brain. And a simple case of 'Mummy-doesn't-love-me' blues.
If it came to pass that they should ask. What could I tell them. Would they criticize behind my back?. Maybe I should let them. . Oh, if only then and only then.
And breaking down never seems to be that hard. Falling short is always in the cards. I'm on the road, sun rising at my back. Lost it all somewhere between the cracks.
The sister of sunlight. Comes to my lonely life. Bearing the crosses I hung. I hung on my lonely wife. And the anchor told me. If I prayed by the river.
All quiet on the Western Front, nobody saw. A youth asleep in the foreign soil, planted by the war. Feel the pulse of human blood pouring forth. See the stems of Europe bend under force.
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby. Ain't nothing like the real thing. Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby. Ain't nothing like the real thing.
This ain't no battle honey, this ain't no fight. How come you take it so hard when I stay out all night. If I take a drink, is that against the law?. And if I have a good time, do you call that an act of war?.
I don't know why. I just know I do. I just can't explain. In this language that I use. Something leaves me speechless. Each time that you approach. Each time you glide right through me.
Written by William Monk and H.F. Lyte. . Abide with me, fast forth the eventide. The darkness deepens, Lord abide with me. When other helpers fail and comforts flee.
Where have you been, are you still on my side?. Is that love or regret that I see in your eyes?. How many years have we played out this game?. Every time we come close the answer's always the same.
It's so strange he doesn't show me more affection than he needs. Almost formal, too respectful, never takes romantic leads. There are times when I imagine I'm not always on his mind.
Lily pulled a horseshoe from a pile of junk. Said "I'm gonna keep this good luck. Piece of iron inside my truck". The boy just whispered "OK". And grabbed his old black dog.
I'm a simple man with a simple dream. In a far from simple time. And I payed the price of the road I chose. But at least the choice was mine. . And the times I get the feeling.
See my eyes and I see my arms. The seagulls say you've gone. It was just a game of let's pretend. And I whistle to the waves that lend me tears. . Purple clouds, golden rain.
I can hear your heart. Pounding in my ear. Now I feel the sound. And the time is near. . I feel the taste. Of all the things you do. Now the time has come.