(Wolff/Tripp). We need to lay in each other's arms. There's nowhere else to go. It's all so easy and I want you to know. There'll never be another one.
All I see is all to see. Stubborn mind in front of me. If you want I'll go away. I'll be here some other day. . How do you know you?. And I don't feel you now.
Keep me past the gate. I've worn the world without a word. And I don't care too much for what they say. . Grip my smothering end. Another day will pass again.
Here we are again - where all that I am is never enough to bring me the truth. So I turn to you to make me complete and justify me.. So I'll hold on to you, if you hold on to me..
See the marker stone, see the heavy load. See the burden on my head hum. See I cant move on with my lantern gone. I need you only friend to shine in me.
Searched for you high and low on endless city streets. From New York to New Orleans. Over the mountain tops through hills of Tennessee. I've walked the miles with wounded knee.
Heard you calling on the telephone. Before you decided to come uninvited. Then I saw you in her eyes. Just before she walked away. Now that you've arrived.
Would you push your mother in front of a train. Just to get some cocaine in your veins. Or would you suck your dope dealers cock. If he'd let you smoke another rock.
I tried. Tried to make it on my own. Did my best to get along, I tried. . I'm here. 'Cause you're everything to me. And I'll never be complete without you.
There is no point for me to tell you. That your god is just a fairy tale. I can pretend he's Real for now,. For the sake of this conversation. For over two thousand years.
Well Billy is a boy who has a few ideas of his own. He has a habitrail maze with 35 hamsters in his home. He takes them to the disco where everybody loves him.
Bill and Tammy Bakker were messengers of God and the Bank of America. Tammy sprays on some makeup, pops some downers and says this must be heaven. Jim is in the bedroom converting hookers on a mattress full of money.
Watch me break like tempered glass, and cut my wrist while falling, for boredom sake I'll call in sick, and I'll just keep on writing, these letters to homesick angels, resting calmly on my shoulder, as I apologize for living, you could have done this better.
We signed both our names and the cards were done, by acting so old we felt so young, and you licked the stamps and I lit the tree, you faked a nap and watched me open your presents without your permission, the smile on your face, I knew I was forgiven, I said I'm sorry and you said I love you too.
He went away. With his footsteps in wax. He is gone. . Ticking away. He took the time. At the end of the universe. With bread and wine. With bread and wine.
Lord please, follow me home. Cause I'm down on my knees and I feel alone. Home, got nowhere to call home. No one to call home. . When I'm out on the town I get what I need.
Time, this time. Finally the moment is mine. The crowd is wowed. I'm walkin' to the cannon so proud. . The cannon fills the spotlight. So shot me to the view.
The night I fell in sorrow. I knew I was alone. A dozen good time friendships. But my heart is still unknown. . I thought I saw your footsteps. In the sand along the shore.
DAVID WILCOX. HOT, HOT PAPA. . Well my friends all wished me a fare-thee-well. And I pop out the chute like a bat out of hell. Hot hot papa. Hot hot papa.