The bells sound early in the morning. They sound late in the night. When the skin comes tied to your phone. There's no stopping the bells. You said the people are on the phone asking if you want to go here or there.
Going off the deep end. Oh honey won't you be my friend. Liberty's a friend of mine. Beats me to it all the time. Yeah all. Going off at the deep end.
Robert Robert Robert. Down at the halfway house house. Robert down at the halfway house. He's livin' at the halfway house. The halfway house. You know the halfway house.
Babe I love you. Babe I love you. Sun is green. Moon is white. Baby I love you. Look outside. Genitals. Baby I love you. 'Cause I'm fast. ???. Baby I love you.
And you smile so much that the lines on your face stay in place when you're not even smiling. And you are so in touch with the time and the place of this craze even though it's beguiling.
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me. Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee. Sounds of the rude world heard in the day. Lulled by the moonlight have all passed away.
Oh, the year was 1778, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!. A letter of marque come from the king,. To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen,. . CHORUS:.
When was it the stars all stopped glowing. Where did I lose my shine. And was it just me who stopped growing. Did I just run out of time. . I know, you said.
broken, beaten down and cracked. Picked up the pieces, didn't look back. been crawlin down on my knees. begging for some kind of sympathy. . and I don't want to feel this way again.
Go down. Go down to the edge of town. Watch as the lights go out. It's alright. That you feel slightly out of tune. . You know. You know it's your time to leave.
Put your fingers on my hand. Watch the lines dissolve and bend. It's illusion but it feels more real than anything here. . We can go there if you'd like.
(Scheid/Cohen). . Moving down the lonely road. White lines flicker like a strobe.. Longing for the morning sun.. Will the daylight ever come?. . Bored out of my mind.
Today, the sky was mocking as she spat upon my face. I woke up ten past should've been - here, repentance without grace. Sixteen hundred years ago, a man gave Christ a chance.
Born in the country and I like that country smile. Of the little girls and boys, they remind me of a child. That I knew and a big harvest moon. That shone by supper time in the dusty afternoon.
Born in the country and I like that country smile. Of the little girls and boys, they remind me of a child. That I knew and a big harvest moon. That shon' by suppertime in the dusty afternoon.
Boss man, boss man, what do you say?. I gotta get you alone in the mine some day. Boss man, boss man, turn it around. If you don't look away how can I sit down.
The night is as black as the coal dust on the tracks. Up to the east day is dawning. From time to time I get women on my mind. I'm a son of a gun. . Borderstone, borderstone gonna cross your line tonight.
Dee dee dee, dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee. . I would rather be at the boathouse, out of the daily grind. I'd sooner be down at the boathouse, what a way to unwind.
There's a south wind risin' and the moon shines on my window sill. I've got a feeling I might walk on over the hill. I'm bent but not broken, all I need is some rest.