My life was once a joy to me. Never knowing, I was growing, every day. My life was once a toy to me. And I wound it and I found it, ran away. . So, I raced through the night with a face at my feet.
I've found my freedom. Her and I been flying down that highway of gold. My shirtsleeves are rolled, my Colt 45 is cold. I go fast till I'm going faster.
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.
The klan rode through old monroe town. They rode there many a year. One black day they rode too far. The cry of freedom was near. . Monroe town is a dying town.
Pre>e d. Do you have a problem,. E d. Would you like someone to solve them,. E d b7. Would you like someone to share in your misery?. E a g a g. Now, I don't know the answer, but I know a flamenco dancer.
Let's drink a toast to the admiral. And here's to the captain bold. And glory more for the commodore. When the deeds of might are told. . They stand to the deck with the battle's wreck.
The policemen of the city wear a uniform of blue. Walkin' within the city's border. Protecting all the people. That's what they're paid to do,. Maintaining law and order..
It's a marshmallow world in the winter. When the snow comes to cover the ground. It's the time for play, it's a whipped cream day. I wait for it all year 'round.
Elle est si magnifique, I see her twice a week. I pass her on the street, and hope our eyes will meet. And I try not to stare, but I think she's aware.
I hear that on a date she'll make you wait. 'Cause she thinks it takes an hour to be fashionably late. When sooner comes to later you will love her or you'll hate her.
Feel the flames in the moonlight. Feel the warmth from the campsite. There is no reason to fear. No one's alone here. . Memories never stray too far. West coast summers, our first cars.
Alright. . Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. I got something to say. Ma, ma, ma, ma, my mind's made up. I'm goin' all the way. . I'm on a roll, it's time to go.
When she told me she was leaving, I told her I'd be fine. I guess I never thought she'd make it to that city limit sign. Lord, I waited twenty minutes thinking she'd come running back.
She's the kind of girl. Who drools over every dumb pop idol. But I guess she gave my tunes a whirl. Now she's got an obsession almost homicidal. . Chorus.
There's an old still in the valley beside my daddy's grave -. And a light burning slow. burning slow.. It's the one thing that was left me. as I came back from the war -.
The silence is erasing my screams. The darkness is defeating my fears. The nonsense is I don't feel the life. Anymore, anywhere, I feel numb -. The despair has owned my life and left alone me.
I let it come to me. I let all colours turn black. No more feelings, no remorse. No more lies - this is my luck. . I let it come to me. I open door of my heart.
My mother's ashes,. Even her eyelashes,. Are resting in a little, yellow jar.. And sometimes when it's breezy,. Or if I'm feeling sneezy,. And now I....
Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. . Slowly, gently night unfurls it's splendor.
CHORUS. Masquerade!. Paper faces on parade . . .. Masquerade!. Hide your face,. so the world will. never find you!. . Masquerade!. Every face a different shade . . ..