I can taste you on my tongue. I can still feel what my hands have done. I got you on my mind, more than anything or anyone. . And what we have is a connection.
by Jack Kerouac and Tom Waits. . I left New York in 1949. To go across the country without a bad blame dime. Montana in the cold cold fall. Found my father in the gambling hall.
(T. van Zandt). My days they are the highway kind,. They only come to leave,. But the leaving I don't mind. It's the coming that I crave,. Pour the sun upon the ground,.
Hello. I'm the guy who sits next to you. And reads the newspaper over your shoulder. Wait. Don't turn the page. I'm not finished. Life is so uncertain.
Once upon a time ago. Way up in the land of sleet and snow. How this fairy tale would go. I could not have known. I had searched around this world so mean.
It's his way of livin'. Who am I to tell him. That what he's doin' just ain't right. Standing on the corner hustlin'. . All day gamblin' under street lights.
This time I'll make you see. That I've pushed myself so someone could free me. I'm coming your way girl. I can't wait till time gets me. . Long years in the funny farm.
Feels like I could just run away. Leave it all behind today. 'Cause I've been losing sleep over you. I can't help feeling the way I do. . Here comes the morning.
I traded my heart for a dream, I walked away. I thought I could do what I want and have no one to blame. I'm swimming in thoughts about the better days.
How can I sleep at night Knowing youre in someone elses arms. How can I help if I Wish you were still holding me in the dark. And these tears I cry. I hope that they will finally wash away.
When I see you and I dont know what to say. Foots in the door but its in the way. Reasons to go not enough to stay. (and youre makin my, and youre makin my).
I was hung up on the subway. When I noticed you were looking my way. You licked your lips sayin have a taste. Where do I begin?. You hooked me in in the first place.
Drag a chair across the floor. Scratch your name into the wood above my door. You really gave it your all, but you're finished here. You are finished here.
There's a point, it's a step between falling and breaking and laying flat. broken in pieces.There's a note you can hold that sounds (but doesn't feel).
lying awake in my attic room.... a clock struck six, a clock struck,. i am inexperienced.... but i can do whatever you give me to do,. where does this ship go?.
Throught the back window of a `59 wagon. I watch my best friend Janey slippin further away. I kept on waving, til I couldn't see her. And through my tears I ask again why we counldn't stay.
====================================================================. =====. Raindrops on the treetops. Waiting there to fall. I know how they're feeling.
I am the son and the heir. Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. I am the son and the heir. Of nothing in particular. . You shut your mouth, how dare you say.
I am the son and the heir. Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. I am the son and the heir. Of nothing in particular. . You shut your mouth, how dare you say.