Up the Hudson Valley across New York State to Chicago then the Plains. All so easy and dreamlike crashing the salt flat daybreak. I hear "I'll Take You Home again Kathleen" sad fog winds out there to blow.
i used to be a good guy. i used to hold you down. i can barely stand what i see in the mirror right now. i used to listen i used to understand. now i dont hear you and i dont give a damn.
im good i don't need no help. cuz im better off by myself. then to start over with somebody else. and baby its easy for you to go and give your heart to someone new but im goodeith just dwelling home memories.
Sin pensar. Vas buscando otras rutas por andar. . Sin control. Rescatando lo que alguna vez qued. . Ya sabrs nena. Todo esto pasar. . Dulce, cruel emocin.
This weekend. Is simply for disappearing lose yourself. . No more thoughts. Going nowhere. Clear your mind, don't think for now. . Just calm down, baby.
Had a horse. When I was young. I was trying. To put his saddle on. When I felt. A warm summer breeze. From the river bed. . So I went fishing. For some rainbow trout.
Closing time is closing in. Last call, the bar is 'gesloten'. Don't have to go on but you can't stay here. Stumble down the stairs into the streets again.
7: 30 on a summer's night. out in the city cruising on my bike. I've been sitting in the park all day. drinking cheap wine, getting high. watching time just drift away.
As the lights go down at the carnival and the last ride grinds to a stop. All the bums are singing at the patterned glass in the church across the lot.
Takes a crane to pick me up.. A twenty gallon coffee cup.. A metal flag to move my brow.. Indelible's my color now.. Forever is the time it takes to get me moving..
I rode down to the tracks. Thinking they might sing to me. But they just. stared back. Broken, trainless, and black as night. Climbed out on to my roof..
We stood in your room and laughed out loud.. Suddenly the laughter died. and we were caught in an eye to eye.. We sat on the floor and did we sit close..
This must be the place.. I can tell by your glare.. I wouldn't touch you on a dare.. Seven months to June and even then, so what?. My mouth is open, my book is shut..
unhealing incisions, path that turns vicious,. a recurring sequence or an unbroken line,. it makes no difference to the one that's analyzed,. it's all fate so be resigned..
Caroline has a dime. . But none of her calls are getting through. She tries to call a friend now. She lives in a room alone. . Her best friend's her imagination.
Clean could still be the big white knight. A man so blessed with foresight forseight. . The page wants to stay white. Fixed. Lost. . Clean martial rhythm's been locked in.
Fear as friend I wish I'd never kissed;. faded hand to mouth as catalyst.. Technicolored static sender,. secondguess my love for danger.. Bold-face it with a hand of 10 by 10..
You woke from a dream of a blank page,. unwritten story of six years sleeping.. Clear-headed or empty-headed,. it was a secret that would bear keeping..
you strained to find a lesson. now just ignore it. hold on to your heart. but there's no use for it. just go loose, choose not to choose. staring at that window.
Said you were. 10 feet tall, yeah and bulletproof. 10 feet tall, yeah and bulletproof. You can live that way. But it's hard to move. It's a little maze, little true.