I didn't think you were but now I know you are. A sunshine of my world my bright and morning star. You changed me in the twinkling of an eye to what I am.
The harbor's empty my love has gone. With aching heart I face the cold and lonely dawn. And till the trade winds bring him home to stay. I'll live in heartbreak U.S.A..
"Good morning, sir, what'll you have?" That's how I start my day. I spend nearly half my life in this little dim cafe. I listen to their troubles, I'd try to be their friend.
I wanna tell you all the story bout the Harper Valley widow wife. Who had a teenage daughter who attended Harper Valley Junior High. Well her daughter came home one afternoon and didn't even stop to play.
Just because I asked a friend about him just because I spoke his name somewhere. Just because I rang his number by mistake today he thinks I still care.
He said if I ever deceived him he'd been gone before I could count ten. I guess that I didn't believe him cause look at the trouble I'm in. He's gone gone gone gone gone gone crying won't bring him back.
Happy you sad and lonely me. [ el.banjo ]. When I'm with friends they just don't know the way I feel. If they could see inside of my heart they'd know the smile's not real.
Don't let them in they could be hypnotized. You can't tell from the look because they close your eyes. And whisper sweet melodies. . I can't stay locked inside all day.
Her venom makes me strong. Stronger than I am on my own. Before too long I'll wake up to it gone. Wondering how I ever was happy. . Hot venom is mixin' with my blood.
This house aches. I whistle it's tune. After so much noise. Freedom is silence. . Half the house is missing. Taken half of me with it. I had imagined this.
Maybe you're just too upset inside. To give it to me straight. Maybe you've become too angry and too close to crying. To say anything I can understand.
I've been feeling kind of down and loose. Like a Rosicrucian pope. Head down deep in the womb of time. Carrying a message of hope. My hands steady as a hangman's hands.
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors. Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar. Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror.
I was out in the cold of a North London street. A cog in the hurrying world. Above the walls and the gate police. I caught a glimpse of a Holloway girl.
'I feel so strange what's wrong with me'. You've got a problem that you can't see. But I've got a feeling that the rumours are true. I see the girl's go a hook in you.
He knows, you know. He knows, you know. Yea. Problems, problems. Problems, problems. . Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall. Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a China bowl.
Wide boys, wide boys, wide boys,. Born with hearts of Lothian. Wide boys, we were wide boys,. Born with hearts of Lothian. Wide boys, we were wide boys,.
Did you ever feel that just by jumping on a plane. All your cares would drop away. And you'd be born again. . Returning to a nature child. Happy wild and free.
Well I hear that you were looking out to hunt me down. And I guess you're used to having everything you want. But you know that love can be as hard as sticks and stones.
When you're driving through the city. I hope all your lights are green. And the boy you choose to live with. Well, I hope he's never mean. . When you stop a while to think.