Drops in the faucet like a nervous heart. Beat on my porcelain sink a rhythm avant-garde. I page through the phone book, reach for my fountain pen. Is he comin' in for the holidays to haunt me again?.
Sister had a crystal voice. She played a Silvertone from Montgomery Ward. Baez songs in Monroe hair. She sure could turn the boys' heads to stare. Swim wear saunter, tan and haunt them.
And she has a dress of laces. It's worn in many places. And the shoulder hangs upon her by a thread. And she has a need for sharin'. For someone warm and carin'.
(Nanci Griffith). . I once was a lot like you. We share a dream. I couldn't make come true. I was a child who wrote my name. Across a frosted window pane.
I once was a lot like you. We share a dream, I couldn't make come true. I was a child who wrote my name. Across a frosted window pane. And there are jobs that I might hold.
I can't be your weather. 'Cuz if it rains then it rains. I can't be your lover. 'Cuz the feelings would change. . I can't be the wind. 'Cuz the wind blows too free.
Ronnie stood beneath the movie marquee. His memories all curled up inside. He was trying to remember. Was it August or September. He'd seen her for the last time.
Well, thousands of folks back East they say. Are leavin' home most everyday. They're beatin' the hot oled dusty way. To the California line. Across the desert sands they roll.
(Guy Clark). . And I'd play the red river valley. And he'd sit in the kitchen and he'd cry. And run his fingers. Through seventy years of living. And wonder, Lord, has every well I've drilled gone dry.
I'd play the Red River Valley. And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry. And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'. And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled run dry?".
(Woody Guthrie - Martin Hoffman). . The crops are all in. And the peaches are rotting. The oranges are stacked. In their Creosote dumps. They're flying them back.
(Tom Campbell - Steve Gillette). . Where the Walker runs down into the Carson Valley plain. There lived a young maiden Darcy Farrow was her name. The daughter of old Dundee and a fair one was she.
Oh, I used to wish I was a hard line taker. They'd say, six to one a half dozen'll break her. Till I fell in love with a young man who sang the blues.
Well, the good times scratched a laugh. From the lungs of the young men. In a Deadwood saloon, South Dakota afternoon. And the old ones by the door with their heads to their chests.
You've found the reason. Why people kill. You don't think it's a treason. You just get the thrill. I've made my final decision. And this is what I envision.
Emptiness is filling my soul. The world is going down. Everyone has gone. I want to know what is going on. I want to throw all the feelings away. To become senseless.
CHORUS:. IN MY DREAMS GOD IS TALKING TO ME. IN MY DREAMS I AM DOWN ON MY KNEES. IN MY DREAMS I AM BEGGING YOU PLEASE. LET MY SOUL REST IN PEACE. . RAP1:.
CHORUS:. DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU KNOW ME? (KNOW ME). DO YOU REALLY THINK I CARE (I CARE). DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU OWE ME (OWE ME, OWE ME). DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT'S FEAR (THAT'S FEAR).
Children intro:. ONE AND TWO, HE'S COMIN' AFTER YOU. THREE AND FOUR, YOU BETTER CLOSE THE DOOR. FIVE AND SIX, AIN'T NO SELFATRIX. SEVEN AND EIGHT, THE DARKMAN'S ON HIS WAY.
Refrain:. Oh can you hear him comin'. Is the darkman you better keep runnin'. Always believe in what ever you say or do. That's the point that's why I can't say I love you.