Stretch your line and cover up to sit at home. With every passing mile, melodies become. More than a song in my head. . I paint a picture of the story of my life told.
I miss you more than you even know, more than you probably care. More than I ever show to you, my dear at least in words alone. And how does it make you feel to hear me say that I miss you?.
Talking in her sleep again. Reciting lines start to end. She's not crazy, knock on wood. Just a little misunderstood. . Takes a walk at 4 A.M.. Wakes the neighborhood again.
Northern wind. Chimney smoke. Love and pain. Joy and hope. . These are the days of Christmas. . Colored lights and mistle toe. Cinnamon and Nat King Cole.
I'd rather have nothing pale, white and sweet. Modest but something crawled up asleep. And ever so slightly down town, give us a call. Right down truth or nothing at all.
Have I felt this way before?. All my life was misery galore. I got used to living on my own. Got my feelings safely tucked away at home. . Now my feet have finally touched the ground.
Romantic embrace a kiss on the face.. He loves her like lions love lamb.. He's got an agenda so he'll befriend her.. But friendship he can't understand..
Watching the sun coming up Mount Washington. Forever testing your intention. Watching the sun going down over Mount Zion. And what you sing you never can say.
Magpie, magpie, I stand here watching the world go by. I wonder do you ever question why?. Im still here wondering what you knowing. Ive seen more everyday than I could dream.
And now, is it too late to say. How you made my life so different in your quiet way. I can see the joy in simple things. A sunlit sky and all the songs we used to sing.
Got my mother's eyes and my father's hair. Does anybody really care?. It's gettin' cold out here. . Well, I keep walkin' with my head held high. With my head to the sky.
Time 2:15, the AM. Place Ronardo's "Boom-Boom-Room" on South Street. I'm a hot blond and it was a cold night. This is my story. I ain't ashamed to tell it.
You're mine. baby. . You're my favorite waste of time. . Mine. baby. . You're my favorite waste of time.. Here I am. I am playing. Daydreaming fool agam..
Your hair's so fair, your eye's so dark. I love you hard as my life. You pass me by as though I were a stone. You cut me like a knife. . Boy, I do, I got my eye on you.
Why this feeling? Why this glow?. Why the thrill when you say hello?. It's a strange and tender magic you do.. Mister Wonderful, that's you.. Why this trembling when you speak?.
"Hi, operator.". "May I help you?". "Yeah, it's me again. Did you get him on the line yet? . . .. Oh, this is awful. I've been trying to get him all day. . . ..
Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung. Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung. Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung. Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung. Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung. .
Have an egg roll, Mr. Goldstone. Have a napkin, have a chopstick, have a chair. Have a spare rib, Mr. Goldstone. Any spare that I can spare, I'll be glad to share!.
Diamonds, roses, I need Moses. To cross this sea of loneliness, part this red river of pain. I don't necessarily buy any key to the future or happiness.
How 'bout a little bit, a little bit of moonlight dancin'. Underneath the starry sky?. How 'bout a little bit, a little bit of moonlight dancin'?. Just the moon and you and I, just the moon and you and I.