Meet me tonight in a memory somewhere back in time. That old dive just south of Santa Fe when you used to look at me that way. Come on baby meet me tonight at our old apartment off of church and main.
Take the ribbon from your hair. Shake it loose and let it fall. Layin' soft upon my skin. Like the shadows on the wall. . Come and lay down by my side.
Ah, you can talk about the pit, barbecue. The band was jumpin', the people too. Ah, mess around. They doin' the mess around. They doin' the mess around,.
My heart is heavy as I help you. Into the costume in which you learn to fly. Always chained to somewhere. In case I might hurt myself. Sitting in the sawdust.
Well now, oh Mary Ann. Well you sure look fine. Well, oh oh now. I could love you all the time. . Well, now oh Mary Ann. I said baby, don't ya know. Well now, oh oh baby.
Drinks are done, daylight's come. It's morning. Crowd's moved on, everybody's gone. It's morning. . Sun's arising on the wet horizon. Another day is here.
Your my funny Valentine, sweet comic Valentine,. You make me smile with my heart,. Your looks are laughable, un-photo-graphical,. Yet you 're my favorite work of art.
You jump, jump here, you jump, jump there. You jump, jump, jump everywhere. Then you mellow down easy, mellow down easy. You mellow down easy when you really wanna blow your top.
Train arrive, it's sixteen coaches long. Train arrive, it's sixteen coaches long. Well, that long black train take my baby and gone. . Mystery train, rollin' down the track.
Train arrive, it's sixteen coaches long. Train arrive, it's sixteen coaches long. Well, that long black train take my baby and gone. . Mystery train, rollin' down the track.
We've, got a message in the music.... And we, know exactly how to use it.... A message comin' from the soul.... Want you to listen young and old.... .
Well, you wake up in the morning, hear the ding dong ring. Ya go marching to the table, ya see the same old things. All on one table, knife, a fork and a pan.
In tropical climes there are certain times of day. When all the citizens retire. To tear their clothes off and perspire. It's one of those rules that the greatest fools obey.
Please tell me what is takin' place,. Cuz I can't seem to find a trace,. Guess it must have got erased somehow,. Probably cuz I always forget,. Everytime someone tells me their name,.
Yeah, this song right here. Is dedicated to my lost love. It took me along time, to gather my thoughts. And tell you how I feel. But all I can say is, I love you, and I miss you.
I see her sailing on her silver wings. With hands that move like little trees. Alive and bending in my raging storm. To a heartbeat, my lady lives for me.
Now somewhere between the plastic dog and the flaps of the kitchen screen door. Rests a little gypsy moth, it got burned out from the war. It was a big one, the war that is, it was a Sunday afternoon.
This town. This is a side of me. Only one down. I can't find my way to Mirror Mountain. . This town. This is the sound of me. All the young crowned. King for a day, looks like we made it to Mirror Mountain.
You ain't never been blue; no, no, no,. You ain't never been blue,. Till you've had that mood indigo.. That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes. While I just sit here and sigh, "Go 'long blues"..
This old town's been home long as I remember. This town's gonna be here long after I'm gone. East side, West side--give up, or surrender. Been down,. But I still rock on....