I sit alone on the edge of my bed. Think of you and the words you said. Keep runnin' through my head. Do you want to leave. Or do you want to stay. Cause I can still walk away.
(verse1). Nahalata ko. Tila wala kang gana nung katabi kita. Di ka na tulad nung nakaraan. Wala na yung dating ikaw. . (pre-chorus). Bigla mo nalang sasabihin.
A time to live, a place to live. . Be be ay, be be ay. Around the world, around the world. Around the world be be ay, be be ay. . A time to go a time to leave.
Clap your hands and stomp your feet, Mr. Battyman. Bang, bang to the jungle beat, Mr. Battyman. Boogie up and boogie down, Mr. Battyman. Get down to the funky sound, Mr. Battyman.
Mondo trasho. Mondo trasho. Chikka boom chikka boom. Chikka chikka boom boom. Chikka boom chikka boom. Chikka chikka boom boom. Mondo trasho. Mondo trasho.
They're callin' for snow. It's 40 below the weather when she had it together. Steerin' wheel's cold, she knows, she's not old. To be feelin' fairy tales have a ceilin'.
this don't seem like you at all. to watch you laugh while others fall. and me I know that people change. but this seems way too strange. no matter what the mustache says.
There's a charm for laughin'. There's a charm for weepin'. There's a charm for sowin'. There's a charm for reapin'. . So on your knees now. Upon your feet now.
Street lights look like ribs on my block. I can forget where I am now. I'm smiling as I pass some parked cars. I can forget where I am at. . Run through my town, scream till I faint.
Am I a toy to you with strings around my fingers. For you to pull and watch as I collapsed when you want?. The coldest night to me is a switch that you control.
words and music by James Rider. . Just me and a friend roamin' around. Him a magician and I was a clown. Playin' the streets for a dollar a day. Waitin' for the right time and a sign to lead the way.
My love, you're like the wind on the run. I never know where you are coming from. I wasn't easily won. . My love I saw you first long ago. I didn't think then, now I know.
Words and Music by Arlo Guthrie. . I remember now the time you left. You thought to say farewell. But for how long you would be gone. There was no way to tell.
My Creole belle, I loved her well. My darlin' baby, my Creole belle. . When the stars do shine, I'll call her mine. My darlin' baby, my Creole belle. .
I don't want a pickle. Just want to ride on my motorcycle. And I don't want a tickle. 'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle. And I don't want to die.
Beneath this balcony of stars. Beyond the searchlight stage where we've become. The stuff of time amid the waves. Whose nets are cast along the shore when day is done.
I'm growing tired of the big city lights. Tired of the glamor, tired of the sights. In all my dreams, I am roaming once more. Back to my home on the old river shore.
words and music by Arlo Guthrie. . Loving in golden temples, my love. Is flowing on heavenly seas. The silent commands and heard throughout the lands.
Me and my goose. Me and my pal. We had some very good times. Me and my goose his name was Al. And he cost only a dime. . Over meadows we'd stray. Playing all day.
Like a dream in the night. As the snow settles white. There's a fire burning bright. In Massachusetts. . And there's a house upon a hill. That keeps us from the chill.