Shorty I ain't trying to be alone. Don't even know if Imma make it to the next song. Let's get up outta here so me and you can be alone. Just grab my hand and we go on.
Like Miss America trying to live her dream. She's just another teenage drama queen. And I'm just a boy that's stuck at home. I'll slip this note into your locker, reply yes or no.
Girl: I'm done. . Girl: Who is Rebecca ?. . "Yeah, Yeah, Dawn Jay, Dawn Jay,. Azi Sheriff". . I was trying to find a reason. To tell you that I'm sorry.
At night as we lay down to sleep. I wonder what you'll show me. I think of you. and the thoughts that you keep. And I, I wonder do you know me. Everything that I have.
I'm having a notion. It's a strange, the strangest emotion. I'm all wrapped up with my head in the clouds. The sweet child thinks he doesn't deserve me.
'cause I lost.... . I can't find a way back out. I can't find a love to shroud. I can't find a thing about. I can't find what's going round. . there's no law I'm under.
Like a sundrop in the rain. . I try to clear the air. . Push away this endless water-curtain. . Like a teardrop on a face. . I flow down my way. . On the ground where I burst the pain.
I was doing my laundry, baby. I thought I'd do my new jeans too. Yeah, I was doing my laundry. I threw my new blue jeans in too. . And when the spin and rinse was over.
from Home Again. ............................................... . by John Gorka. "Let Them In was made into song by John Gorka from a poem found in a hospital in the Philippines during World War II. The nurse that found the poem kept it all these years until the recent war brought out all the memorabilia. Luckily, her daughter sent a copy to John".
DAVID WILCOX. BREAKFAST AT THE CIRCUS 1987. LET IT FLOW. . We got ice in the fridge. Cold drinks comin' up. Hurry on over. Bring some glasses or cups.
from Underneath. ............................................... . I've got nothing to say. You've been leaving all day.. Now it's time that you go, and let me cry..
Now when the paint jar tipped off of the table. You watched as it started to fall. Glass popped, shattered and splattered and paint spray hit the wall.
My daddy worked construction. My brother too. He got me in the union. I'm payin' my dues. . Oh but the woman I love. Has expensive taste. She's never satisfied.
News is always bad on the radio. But the music tells a story to my soul. Let the winter wind take the day away outside. As we look into each other by the fire.
When my grandfather spoke about the eagle. He would raise his face up to the sky. The sunlight reflecting on the water. And she flew so close as she passed by.
I'm standing before my old high school. It's been 10 years since I touched the door. But to heal the old pain we must face it again. So I'll walk down that hallway once more.
We made our warm bed out of blankets. In the meadow way up high. You took off your dress in the moonlight. To sleep beneath the sky. . Your touch was a warm summer ocean.
The pornography made me do it. So those drugs that got us high. Was the thoughts of revolution. They've been poisoning my mind. So i'll walk you down into the water.
Just a terminal case like a fish on a hook i'm baited. you're welcome inside, my armies are marching i can't save you, who could save you. i can see that from your wounds your open wide.