Farther along we'll know more about it. Farther along we'll understand why. Cheer up my brother live in the sunshine. We'll understand it all by and by.
Seven blue stones in the desert sand. A shiny gun in a young thief's hand. A stolen car and a broken dream. Blood on his hands and it won't come clean.
Out beyond the broken billboards. And the signs along the road. There's a trail your heart must follow. No one but you could ever know. . Where the winds and the coyote.
Well I hear that train a comming, its rollin round the bend. I ain't seen the sunshine since, I don't know when. Yeah I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, time keeps dragging on.
A child will walk, a child will run. A child with faith, faith will fly. . Anita hasn't walked right since she was small. Her legs are short and twisted, not straight and tall.
Your first love. Your first love is. Your first love is someone that. . Your first love is someone that you never forget. Your first love is someone that you never forget.
I'm standing in a field. A field of questions. As far as the eye can see. Is this what it means to be free?. Or is this what it means to belong to the free?.
Living underground and working downtown, got one foot in the grave.. Punching, kicking, shooting, stabbing, but there's no way I'll be saved!. My dream it seems to be turning lean to get back to the top,.
living underground and working downtown. got one foot in the grave. punching. kicking. shooting. stabbing. but there's no way i'll be saved. my dream it seems to be turning lean.
Past the billboards and the magazines. I dream about being with you. We can't hear a word they say. Let's pretend we own the world today. . I know it's cold outside.
1. an image from a long long time ago. is haunting me, it plays itself with. picture perfect clarity. a certain walk a certain talk. -forever twenty-three-.
Red Light Stop. Green Light Go. I'm hearing voices. on my stereo. they wanna tell me something. right now:. we're the girls with the bad reputations. we're the girls gonna make you pay.
All the doves that fly past my eyes, have a stickiness to their wings, in. the doorway of your demise I stand, encased in the whisper you taught me. HOW DOES IT FEEL? IT FEELS BLIND. HOW DOES IT FEEL? WELL, IT FEELS BLIND..
On a point in time-present undefined. And it's getting cold outside. Situation statical-for reasons you don't know. Just short of indecision. And it's getting cold outside.
Suppressing all thought of incriminating acts.. Following the lessons that they teach.. A cult, a game. Where everyone is the same.. Maybe you should practice what you preach..
Get a call on a random afternoon. I pick it up and I see that it's you. Like my heart, you were breaking the news. You said it's over, it's over, it's over.