William Butler Yeats in jeans. Got up to play guitar and sing. In some join in Mission Beach last night. At the door sat Tom Waits. In a pork pie hat and silver skates.
My daddy told me when I was a young girl. A lesson he learned, it was a long time ago. If you want to have someone to hold onto. You're gonna have to learn to let go.
Let us now praise a carpenter and the things that he made. And the way that he lived by the tools of his trade. I can still hear his hammer singing ten penny time.
Eight years old with a floursack cape. Tied all around his neck. He climbed up on the garage. Figurin' what the heck. He screwed his courage up so tight.
I'm a long way from home. I feel the weight in my bones. I'm tired like a sinner. I'm cold and my money's all gone. . I'm ashamed of the things that I've done.
New love like a diamond. Like a twinkling star. But it's a whole lot of heartache. To get to where we are. 'Cause every man is a myth. Every woman a dream.
It's not that I don't ever wonder. How you've been, who's roof you've been under. Like it never crossed my mind. Happens every day. . Yeah when the dog barks, when the phone rings.
Scuff mark scars on the kitchen floor. A decade of dancing dug into the boards. Every scratch, part of the story it tells. A pocketknife blade in my backyard tree.
I am a full grown fool and I shoulda known better. But I tried and I tried and I could not forget her. I would go back to her time after time. Man I must have been out of my mind.
Trying to keep a candle burning in a hurricane,. That's what it's like when you love me and you leave me this way,. Like a dove crying out when he's lost the will to fly,.
Well there's a lonesome feelin' that comes over me. When I hear that highway moan. I know it's where the good Lord meant for me to be. A dreamin' drifter far from home.
Closer still than e'er my arms have held you. Or the beating rhythm of my heart. I belong to you in frozen memories. And framed in gold is my desire. .
Two Apache kids. in a stolen car. navigatin by a fallin star ...yeah. Where are they goin?. Towards Jerusalem Mountain. Red amphetamine sunrise. Mesquite.
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery,. Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free.. By the Devil's wash and coyote hole in the wild Owyhee Range.
I had a gun pointed at my head on several occasions, Yeah Nadine I was scared.. Something about a black man with a machine gun make you wish you said your prayers,.
I'm just tryin' to make a livin'. I'm an old man at thirty-nine. With two kids and an ex-wife. Who moved up to Riverside. I'm workin' down on the border.
In the hills of Montana. There's a timber wolf howlin'. The rangers are prowlin'. For a woman alone. She'd run away from an Indian lover. He'll never recover.
Oh, somewhere the music's playing soft and low. And a stranger holds the one that I love so. I was blind I could not see that you meant the world to me.
Oh somewhere the music's playing soft and low. And a stranger holds the one that I love so. I was blind I could not see that you meant the world to me.
(G) I could see it coming a (D) long time ago. That someday you'd leave me, and (D7) I'd miss you (G) so. You said it couldn't (G7) happen, that you were my (C) own.