Holy Moses, take a chance with me. Holy Moses, silent as we be. . Because I know that you get scared some times. And I know that I lose faith sometimes.
There must be something in the signs we're reading. There must be something in the story of our history. When will you start to take the time you're needing?.
Someone left the window open,. cold air is slowly creeping in.. I'm sitting watching TV sitcoms. where everyone is happy in the end,. and I'm believe it,.
When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide. Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride. Till I get to the bottom and I see you again..
Fire in the bones. Be the gasoline. For and empty heart. Fire in the bones. Like a cigarette. In a field of leaves. This love I have it is all that I know.
Oh they say that you would hurt me. That you'd break this heart of mine. If that's what you've been doin'. Hurt me all the time. Hurt me all the time.
HOUSTON, WE HAVE A PROBLEM [2: 50]. Joe Diffie. . Written by: Steve Dukes/Michael Higgins/Chris Lindrey. . Peaked Billboard position: Did not chart. .
Well the beer's on the bar. And the smoke fills the air. And there's a fool in every corner. Man I just don't care. Tight pants line dance stetson hats.
The only the thing I see ahead is. Just the heat a rising off the road. The rainbows I've been chasing keep on fading before I find my pot of gold. But more and more I'm thinking, that the only treasures that I'll ever know.
If l had sent a message. Like a whisper on the breeze. I reckon it's not wonder. That it never got to me. I'm down here in Kentucky. Where the sun don't ever shine.
Darkness falls. My tears fall like rain.. Blue whistle moans out your name.. Gathering spead, carrying pain.. Look out heart. Here comes that train.. .
Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Let your heart be light. From now on our troubles will be out of sight. . Have yourself a merry little Christmas.
Watch the could form outside my window. I light another as the city goes grey. Face the whirlwind with a polite smile. Resist the motion of self righteous crusades.
HIGH AND DRY YOU'VE GOT A HOLD OF THE FUCKING TRUTH. YOU'VE GOT NOTHING BUT A BLANK HAND DON'T YOU. IN THE END IT'S JUST A TIRED EXPLANATION AND. I CAN'T SIT STILL FOR THE DURATION.
SO YOU LIKE TO SING LIKE YOU KNOW EVERYTHING. WELL IL HAVE YOU KNOW I THINK YOU FUCKING DON. STANDING UP ON STAGE ACTING CRAZY AND HARD. WHILE WE ALL SAW YOU ARRIVING HAPPY IN YOUR MOTHERS CAR.
THE BUS DRIVERS ARE ON STRIKE. HE HAD TO RIDE HIS BIKE AGAIN. I'M SORRY YOU'RE PISSED ABOUT THIS. HE'S JUST A CAMPUS COMMUNIST. YOU SEE SOMETIMES LIFE'S NOT CONVENIENT.
I was just kid when I gound out how cruel the world could be. Faded pictures from forgotten times of endless misery. I lit a candle but i could not know why.
people never change. but some learn a lesson. a few of them are strange. and others never listen. hope for the best. and wait for the worst. . even though you try.
this is me without sleeping. a broken tree, a willow weeping. is this really happening?. yes, it's really happening. . this was not part of the plan. .
Here's to you and all your loving thoughts. Here's to you, you're such a fuckin' whore. . Here's to you for bringing me down. Here's to you, I'm glad you're gone now.