Written by: myles goodwyn. . Why do I speak if no one hears. Who can I turn to if you're not there. And why do I carry on the way that I do. Why do I question myself like this over you.
(myles goodwyn). Published by slalom publishing co. - bmi. . Highway hard run, sure runs, sure hard. Highway hard run, sure runs, sure hard. . Just got into montreal.
(myles goodwyn). Published by mfg sing sing music/socan - ascap. . The kid in the valley's got an attitude. Lean and mean, with nothin' to lose. He ain't uptight, he don't care no more.
(myles goodwyn). Published by mfg sing sing music/socan - ascap. . I believe it's never ending. True love could never last too long (long). To live your life without believin'.
Hard times, hard times, hard times, hard times. . When the college professor has no class. And the quarterback would rather pass. And the pump jockey complains of gas.
(tom lang/additional lyrics by myles goodwyn & mike stone). Published by goody two tunes, inc./additional publishers - bmi. . The boy inside the man, looks hard into the night.
{B-side of Pop Life}. Hello Hello Hello Hello. . Hello Hello Hello Hello. . I tried 2 tell them that I didn't want 2 sing. But I'd gladly write a song instead.
Here you lay in darkness, all by yourself.. Retreating from the life, which you live.. Days ago it made me sad to think that everything wouldn't be ok,.
Everyone walks alone. We don't care here we are. We proclaim the start of. With false fronts and shattered dreams. . We don't care all we are. All we are is watching.
welcome home. her eyes know. mistakes you've made. the plans you laid. . your love, it means so much. a simple ring, your fingers touch. break away. your smile faints, and lets us through.
And stripes on fire,. These hands are tired.. I'm making plans to drink away. . All these words. I can't escape.. I have to try to make you stay.. . Because i'm alone,.
Maybe it's true, they love everything that you do. You're the talk of the town. What do they want from you?. You're there. . Hallelujah, things shout to ya, Hallelujah.
Been building glass houses when it's raining stones. There's crap on your doorstep, now you're all on your own. You gave it no quarter, now you're treading water.
All bets in. Now all bets off. I watched you play me, it's easy to see. Your bittersweet hypocrisy has soured my good mood. . So I walked away from the pain you deal.
The exit passes you by. As they proceed to dance. A shadow disrupts my light. Eternally almost over. Can you still hear me down there?. I set my sites at the core.
Who are you? who are you? I don't know. Turn my back, turn my back, then I'll see you. Never seen, never seen, like a sixth sense. Who am I tonight?. Coloured lights, doubted twice, resurrecting.
I still recall. The awful clanging of those wedding bells. I prayed your Billy would go straight to hell. That Sunday morning. . Yes I did compete. With the heart of a fool but I must retreat.
With a hammer and nails and a fear of failure we. are building a shed. Between here and heaven between the wait and the. wedding for as long as we both shall be dead.