you never seem to hear a single word I say. unless it's miked dropping through some club's PA. even then well my closest of friends. write if off as some lines like they're not even mine.
I hear voices, people think I'm crazy. they can talk but it doesn't really phase me. late at night when the lights go down. when I close my eyes I hear the sound.
Lost my troop, my parachute. Through neighbourhoods in hot pursuit. I landed on little league fields. Now no more war games this is real. Hopping fences, parkign lots.
I was hanging from my one last thread of of hope. I was swinging from a lonely little rope. Made from my apathy. Grieve on Zevon, war and peace. I was waiting for my turn to crash and burn.
Half of her smiles. Love feels as a fire. . She went for me. A sound lullaby. . Shes old money. Shes to grow. I just don't care anymore. . Oh catherine with your beautiful eyes.
The lights in your room keep on blinking off. And Im on my back on your floor. Tell me how you fooled the world again. I like how you laugh when you tell it.
This is the easy time. The first and last river crossed. A happy time. . Can you hear the voices. Calling - calling - calling. Go on - go on - go on keep moving.
Believe the news Im gone for good, call off the search. No one will know that I am down here. And believe the note I left for you. You cant turn back the clocks.
This morning I woke up alone. I spent the day time on my own. Lots of people have come and gone. To hear a cowboy sing an old time song. . Oh babe, I love you so.
Hey brothers, hear me call. It ain't that I had to fall. Wasn't no one's fault last night. That I looked up and felt the light. . Here's hoping you'll understand, I want to feel like a natural man.
Everything seems to be going in the wrong direction. The doctor wants to give me more injections. He's given me shots for a thousand rare infections. And they don't know if they'll let me go.
Coming in from London from over the Pole. Flying in a big airliner. Chickens flying everywhere around the plane. Could we ever feel much finer?. . Coming into Los Angeles.
Riding on the City Of New Orleans. Illinois Central, Monday morning rail. Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders. Three Conductors; twenty-five sacks of mail.
All my life's a circle, sunrise and sundown. The moon rolls through the nighttime, till the daybreak comes around. All my life's a circle but I can't tell you why.
Warm me from the wind and take my hand. A song is sounding, softly singing. My song is cast upon the rainbow waves. Forever splashing in the sunlight.
Children of Abraham, what's your story?. Killing each other for a piece of land. Children of Abraham, this ain't glory. You've got to walk together hand in hand.
There's a tavern up on the roadside, I must be coming into town. The moon must be in Aries, because the truck ain't slowing down. Pulled back on the throttle, I've been doing that all day.
Im sifting through pictures revealing your past life. and the further back in time I see I am reminded of my insignificance. Im a new friend a new man and your photos reinforce so simply.
So much is in the center of a kiss. It doesnt matter whether it exists. An optimistic wish is the sentimental basis of the kiss. . A piece of a sentimental wish.
you are the sun in my days. the waves in my ocean. the wind in my sky. and the beat in my heart. all my dreams came true. it's the day that I met you.