You're not the only one. Amongst the saints and sinners. There are those that we can see. And those no longer with us. To take that walk again. With someone you were close to.
I can see that look that says beware. Try to move in closer if you dare. So I must sit and play. My waiting game. And for a while I know. She'll do the same.
At the age of eighteen. I had had enough. And by twenty one. I decided to get tough. And then I found the guard. Was still too rough. . And I've been hurt.
Sail down the stream. Such a beautiful dream. Never stopping. Never touching anything. Till dawn awakes you. With a breath of the Spring. . Far from the crowds.
I'm coming home. I've been away far too long. I'm leaving it up to you. To understand. . You may wonder why. When it was me who said. The last goodbye.
In this supermarket city. Among the native smiles. You have to pay for attention. And do the best you can. There's a raging silence. And it's charged with action.
Desperate man, desperate times. Desperate heart. Once she was mine. Bad blood, cold sweat. The more I give, the less I get. She picked clean to the bone.
Wanna hear some music. Wanna feel it. Play it nice 'n' loud. Will you be my sweetheart. Come backstage. Hang out with the crowd. Guess who's back in town.
Late last night when the squire came home. Inquiring for his lady. Some denied and some replied. She's gone with the Black Jack Davy. . Go saddle to me the bonny brown steed.
Every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little. Well it makes me want to jump up and run. And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie rock n' roll.
Blue star, over my shoulder;. Blue star, can't you see;. Blue star, it's a little colder;. She's gone away from me.. . CHORUS. And I wish I'd never seen her, with the sunlight in her eyes,.
On a cold concrete sidewalk, on the corner of fifth and main. Sits an old black blind man, and no one knows his name. He plays the same old guitar, he plays the same old tune.
The pressure these days isnt easy so they say,. If youre trying to get through this world.. And if youre gonna make it,. Then youve got to live in a hurry..
On a cold concrete sidewalk, on the corner of fifth and main. Sits an old black blind man, and no one knows his name. He plays the same old guitar, he plays the same old tune.
There was a mighty nation. Blessed above all of creation. It was a rare and precious pearl. Conceived in faith and liberty. Home of the brave, land of the free.
IN THE SOUTHERN PART OF TEXAS, EAST AND WEST OF EL PASO. WHERE THE MIGHTY FRANKLIN MOUNTAINS GUARD THE TRAIL TO MEXICO. THERE'S A NEW-MADE WIDOW CRYING AND A HEARSE A ROLLIN SLOW.
Million Mile Reflections. . --------------------------------------------------------------------------------. . Live!. . --------------------------------------------------------------------------------.
Got my head out of the window. I can taste the summer air. Hangs heavy with the promise of nights beyond compare. We start, we stop, we break and then we mend.