How do I get this hatred out of my heart?. How do I get this madness out of my mind?. In time we will get it done. In time it'll feel as if we won!. .
Sometimes I swear I live with an angel. Sent from above to watch over me. He wears his love just like a halo. If he's not an angel, what else could he be.
(Jeff Lysyczyn/ Michael Hunter Ochs). . Love's not supposed. To make you numb. It's okay to have a little fun. The more you contemplate. The more you mess with fate.
Can't you recall. The madness that we felt before we fall. Tumbling from somewhere above. Is this what they call love?. . Hiding away our blended scripts.
He's a flatland farmer. Who flatpicks and old guitar. Yeah he's a flatland farmer. He flatpicks and old guitar. He don't make no money. But he can out-pick them Nashville stars.
Hey up on the Cap rock, me and my baby ride. Goin' a hundred miles an hour, 'cause this old Ford can still fly. Got Four Roses in a sack an we ain't lookin' back tonight.
Yeah, he never done too good when he's in high school. Ah, he never even talked to a popular girl. Yeah, he just hung around, down at the drive-in. Honkin' on his horn and drinkin' Pearl, beer.
Well I'm feelin easy baby. Breezin through the blues. Bout half-sleazy baby. But who's to pick-n-choose. I got the tattoos. A pierced ear. A bottle of that rot-gut booze.
Been away a long time. Come home to ruination. Smoke swirls in blue sky. The mourning of a nation. . Stick around if I dare. Or move out to the country.
Blue skies, tall palm trees. flippin through pages of magazines. workin at the counter at, walgreens. . dreamin`, waitin. pinchin the pennies on minimum wage.
You turn down the covers. I'll turn down the lights. As we turn to each other. There's no turning back tonight. . I lay on I love you. And you lay on your charms.
Close your eyes and visualize. that day in spring the moment that I met you.. From the start down in my heart. I knew for sure I never would forget you..
Tempted and tried we're oft made to wonder why it should be thus all the day long. While there are others living about us never molested though in the wrong.
>From Espanola ta Manitoulina cross the channel I'm bound. I heard a story in Tobermory that my baby's in Owen Sound. I was close behind her but I couldn't find her so to Meaford I'm away-.
I left my old home to ramble this country. My mother and dad said, "Son don't go wrong. Remember that God will always watch over you. And we will be waiting for you here at home".
Tumbling down from up above, came a token of our love. Tumbling down came the feather of a dove. . Wonderful memories, such sweet, sweet memories. Keep coming back, each time I think of you.
I told all the stars up above. That I'd never lose your precious love. And I told them how true you would be. Now they laugh back at me. . At my old fairy tales fairy tales and make believe.
Musical Introduction. . Verse Number One:. Starving little children...with no hope in sight.... For the red, yellow, brown, black and white.... Crying for help in the still of the night.
A symphony of fruite bats. Wrapping on my window pane. I ask them so gently. To go away. Please go away. A symphony of fruite bats. Wrapping on my window pane.