(Kim Carnes). . A familiar story. A sad affair of the heart. We spend all this time. Trying to find. The glow in the dark. . Gentle changes. The eyes still look the same.
Line up your hood ornament with the highway, honey. Turn on your radio, they'll be playing our song. Congratulations are over, we're heading for cover.
He said, "I love you so go away, go away". He said, "I don't want to see you in a cage". He said, "You are a creature of boundless freedom". He said, "I don't want to catch you, don't want to keep you here.".
When the sun falls down and the lights go out after I leave it all. Voices in my head seem to say it all, human after all. Realize did I, like everyone else need to slow down sometimes.
Maybe it's the way you tried to get away with it. Maybe it's the way you're running from me but you can't hide. Cuz you and I, we know that you are not innocent.
Sorry for what I forgot to say. But you know how words get in the way, baby, lately. Wasn't strong enough to cut right through. All the red tape between me and you, baby, time escapes me.
I never knew I could fly. But something is taking me higher than ever. Like something inside is lifting me up. Until Im touching Heaven. No matter what the world may bring.
I once adornned wings and knew of such innocense. I then tasted of her, wings were torn from flesh. I had been betrayed by my own tounge. I have been betrayed by my own heart.
With your hook & line. Us to blow away. With your hook & line. Us to blow away. . With your hook & line. Us to blow away. With your hook & line. Us to blow away.
With your hook & line. Us to blow away. With your hook & line. Us to blow away. . With your hook & line. Us to blow away. With your hook & line. Us to blow away.
Don't you leave me here, don't you leave me here. Get my name stitched on your lips so you won't get hitched. . Get back, get by, get a room, give me 105.
From sea to mountain valley. From flesh to palms a' swaying. Dreamers dreaming on. no matter what they're saying. . I need you. Don't ask me why it is.
Looking in the mirror. Looking back. A look of wild living. Bound to crack. . The heart is a beating drum. The heart is a beating drum. It takes more than you wanted before.
I called her yesterday and she told me, that. Well, she was just talking me about the weather man on television. And I'd thought you'd be interested in knowing about this.
(Jesse and Ella Jesse Hooper). . You find yourself in the bathroom cupboard. Prescriptions don't matter anymore. Squeezing into your blue jeans baby. Gonna get some sooner than special.
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah... Walking, always over windows. weeping willow wind blows. you are not alone. Watching, for the sign its reading. overtime i'm thinking.