Ooh, alright. . If you're heading south on Georgia one twenty-nine. Straight into Athens past the Clark county line. There's an old Texaco right across.
What's become of our two hearts, lately we just play the parts. We say the lines but there's no spark. We never miss a cue but it's a passionless walk-through.
I was 10, I was thin, I was playin' first base. With a second hand glove and dirt on my face. In nowhere, Virginia. Who'd ever figure that kid in the yard would go very far.
I took a drive today. Saw an old willow tree. I thought about a bedroom window. Thought about you and me. . Yeah, talk about an endless summer. I'm still living it now.
I'd like to think that I'm alright. that I'm not empty every night. without your touch to fill me up. . And I don't miss your face. beside me on that pillowcase.
Oh, I laid down your railroads, every mile of track. With the muscles on my arm and the sweat upon my back. And now the trains are rolling, they roll to every shore.
As I walk alone. Through each troubled day. I hope the lord above will help guide my way. Guide my way. As I walk alone. . Through the valleys I will roam.
Oh, a rifle took its aim and a man fell to the ground. He tried to stand again but everybody held him down. A time of terror when the bullet pierced the air.
Pre>tuning: one semitone lower than standard. . Intro: am- f g am- f g. . Am e am e am. There's a man walking round the island with a snake cane. Am e am e am.
Copyright 1992 burning field music (ascap). . You gotta admit life magazine made 1968 look great,. My father said it sucked, everybody died.. All the troops you couldn't save, no one knew how to be brave,.
G D G. . We are the nation's physicians. . D G. . Yes, we give to our lobbies every day. . D B C7.
Pre>c am. Many's the hour I've lain by my window. C am. And thought of the people who carried the burden. C am. Who marched in the strange fields in search of an answers.
I'd start with the boys that hang at the pier. Like bats in the night get tangled in your hair. I'd take away the weekend shore leave lovers. That flood the ports with drunken tales of far away.
She's got spider web hair. And a skin like see through jelly. With a, a porcelain stare. That moves the walls of my belly. . But she used to have a Cherub's glow.
Lord, I know my own righteousness is as filthy rags to You. So change me, cleanse me, purify me, make me white as snow. And even if I run one thousand miles away from You.
Tomorrow I'll feel better than today. You're leaving and I think it's better off this way. I'll change the channels 'til you're gone. Pack your bags, it won't be long.
Out there somewhere. Alone and frightened. Of the darkness. The days are long. Life is hiding. No more making new contacts. No more loving arms. Thrown around my neck.
How can I just let you walk away. Just let you leave without a trace?. When I stand here taking every breath with you. You're the only one who really knew me at all.
I have taken you in my arms. I prefer you to my life itself. For I love you, I love you. . And my most ardent dream. Is to spend my days in such a way.
Things aren't exactly what I thought they would be. I won't pretend, disappointment's never free. The sky's on fire, feels like the sky's on fire. . I may be young but I'm feeling old.