My heart is sad and lonely. For you I sigh, for you dear only. Why haven't you seen it. I'm all for you body and soul. . I spend my days in longing. And wondering why it's me you're wronging.
They always tell us things to make us jealous. Never show us that they really know us. Never please us. Always trying to tease us. Why, oh, why. . Boys, they're always hurting little girls.
(Worn as a crown, this broken halo. Come down to meet your children). . Continue to just keep the mask on. Before you keep your own word. I'd spend my life on my knees.
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.
Heaven's above. What on earth has this come to. What have I done. What can I do now to show you. There's still a chance. If you're ready to make up. It's not too late.
You were born in a trunk. Everyone talkin' about you. You were born in a trunk. Where would they be without you?. . You better move off the rails. People begin to look subways.
His blood's on stone. It's running down the frozen wall. His hand's so cold. He's trying not to fall. Oh, will he make it now. One slip and he's lost.
Stranger than the sunrise. Darker than the night. Fiercer than a rainstorm. This is man's delight. This is man's delight. . Weaker than a moment. And hot as any fire.
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.
I'm back in the saddle again. Out where a friend is a friend. Where the longhorn cattle feed. On the lowly gypsum weed. Back in the saddle again. . Ridin' the range once more.