Hannah's friends were watching. When she met him at the end of the bar. Hannah's friends were thinking. That he wouldn't even make it that far. . "This is for you", he said.
You told me I was the one. The only one who got your head undone. And for a while I believed the line that you spun. . But I've been looking at you. Looking closely at the things you do.
Yeah hoodoo voodoo lady cast up your voodoo vision. Let me know where did my baby go where did my lovin' baby go. Hoodoo voodoo lady shake your black cat tooth and your mojo bone.
Well on a Monday I'll be slingin' hash Tuesday I'll be collectin' trash. And on a Wednesday I might be tendin' bar. Thursday I'll be the guy who parks your car.
Just he uses love for sex. And sure she uses sex for love. And they're both hoping for the best. I also have that dream you're thinking of. . If we place a blindfold on our eyes.
Let me tell you a story that will make your stomach turn. Lacked in laboratories so the public never learns. Vivisection crimes shamefully confined. It's science and it's progress is the standard party line.
Left many friends behind. I think they went and thought I lost my mind. But for years I felt confined. With all the small thinking of our time. . And I'm convinced nobody would ever have a clue.
How can I be sure. In a world that's constantly changin'?. How can I be sure. Where I stand with you?. . Whenever I. Whenever I am away from you. I want to die.
(Jamie O'Hara - Brent Maher). . Chorus. Hey now little darlin'. What ya gonna do when I ain't around. Hey now little darlin'. What ya gonna do when the sun goes down.
Baby, I got your message. Saying you're done with me. So why you gotta play these games. Can't you just set me free?. I know you got my number. But can't we just pretend.
How can I keep (how can I keep). How can I keep from singing. . My life flows on in endless song. Above the lamentation. I hear the sweet (I hear the sweet).
You can say you're on the healin' side. You can say you've finally seen the light. But I don't see it yet. So how do I forget. . Don't you whisper borrowed words.
He's a young man. In his golden years. His hair of black now quickly fades to gray. The limp as he walks is his only souvenir. From those purple-hearted war time days.
Gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria. Gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria. . Hark the herald angels sing. Glory to the new born King. Peace on Earth and mercy mild.
When you were a child, you were a tomboy. And your mother laughed at the serious way. That you looked at her. And from your window at night. There were the star's little fires.
Gone from the house to the snows. Like a wandering light. You send a last balloon. To the solemn light of the moon's eye. . Over the fields. And the arcs of the radial lines.
Fell awake into this war state, nothing to recognize. No mistaking, I've been forsaken this one last time. If there's a plan and if there's a hand. It ain't reaching out enough for me.
Standing in line at the grocery store. Reading magazines that say I should want more. There's an old boyfriend, he looks my way. I can't help but smile, I feel great today.
There is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many a poor girl. Me, oh God I'm one. . My mother was a tailor. She sold these new blue jeans.
Sixty miles from El Paso. Feelin' lonesome as can be. Driving further from the heartache. that was slowly killing me. . I left at 4 am last monday. Filled my tank at luther's store.