Mourn. . Hotel room of doom. I can't find a clue. Confusion broken hearted woe. . Sheets and pillows soaked. My telephone seems broken. I'm calling crucified.
She stops out till morning. She hangs out at fairgrounds. Moving to a new sound. Waiting to forget the past. . A melody calls. Loops around, a setting sun.
Moonshine, I'm waiting. For a love that never comes. Moonshine, wishing. For a time that never was. . Waiting for a time. For truth to call. Waiting for a sign.
When we met, I told her I'd give her the moon. And I did on a silver spoon. If I'd only known the promise I kept would be wrong. Well, she might not be gone.
Bobby was a beautiful girl. From a small town in a great big world. Her daddy owned the corner store. Off of 7th Avenue. . And Danny-Jo just turned 19.
Everybody, sings a differnt kind of song. All God's children have somewhere they belong. Oh I've heard it said, I know it must be true. We were meant to be, I'm made for loving you.
Writers: Doug Supernaw/Justin White. . Another lonely motel room another lonely night. I gotta ride on a bronc called Certain Doom and I need to show 85.
Writer: Bill McDavid. . I've always been wild. The one always jumpin' the gun. Through all the pain I had to stay on the run. You only live once has always been my lifes decree.
ghost are flying in the air. in the air. in the air. spreading snow. all over the world. you are standing there. grabing it in hands. and the fog reach the earth.
Learned on road every towns got back roads, filled assholes. I'm steady on my grind trying to elevate my cash flow. I never got in the chase for flashy clothes.
Moral Dilemmas. Just answer these questions in your own minds and in =. your. own hearts. Most importantly, answer these questions honestly.. 1.Youre walking along a country road. Its a beautiful spring day. =.
Hi ma, I've come back home. 'Cause I don't like this world we live in. For all my faults and failures. Please tell me I'm forgiven. I want my old womb back.
I love, a girl called Maria,. Her name is Maria. They call her Mari, Mari. Mari, Mari, Maria.. She loves a guy who's a maori. A New Zealand maori. Yes, he's a maori, maori.
Mamma let that boy play some Rock-N-Roll. Jazz is much too crazy, he can play it when he's old. He's to young for the Blues,he's still inside his first pair of shoes.
Oh, it's been such a long, long time,. Looks like I get you off my mind,. Oh, but I can't,. Just the thought of you,. Turns my whole world,. A misty blue..
How could I be so happy. And still feel so messed up inside. I've broken all the records. For the unhappiest man alive. And spending time with you is like.
I feel a hot wind on my shoulder. And a touch of a world that is older. I turn the switch and check the number. I leave it on where in bed I slumber. I hear the rythyms of the music.
No one you can trust or call. No one who you think is pure. Not much that you're living for. It's all so damn unsure. . Nothing solid, it'll come and go.
Walkin' on the wire. Livin' on the edge of time. Lost in our desires. We're never satisfied. . Waiting for the wonder. You could really lose your mind.
Every time I see your face. I see the light. Every time I call your name. I know it ain't right. I'm on the run again. Don't know if I could ever make you see.