Yesterdays come easy. They're looking back at you. The sun will rise tomorrow. There's nothing you can do. It's the same old story. Coming round again.
Nevermore. The sight black forest. Cool moonlight. Blue shadows. Reflect in windows in direct. . Oh, to go down to Soho. There bold spirits don't sink so low.
Nothing to lose. . Now I can really break it. Now I don't have to fake it. Forget it then I don't need it. If it ain't hot I'll leave it. . Nothing to show but no one to.
Words and music by John Kay. . I fried in the sun just outside San Bernadino. Flagged me a ride in a rattletrap ford. Rollin' back east to the northern border.
Well, my temperature is rising. My spirit is sinking low. My mind begins to wander. No telling where it might go. . I got the fever. Got to find the cure.
Nobody's fault but mine [Repeat: x 2]. Trying to save my soul tonight. It's nobody's fault but mine. . Devil he told me to roll [Repeat: x 2]. How to roll the log tonight.
And when you started this. Disrespecting yourself. And then you want to go home. . And when there's no hope. And there's no one who knows you. You're always alone.
Super thick chunks of a broken life and reality. At the dinner table come to me. I said goodbye my friend my exit's here,. The road's so long, a million miles or so,.
Said she came from Memphis. You can look but please don't touch. Didn't like rock and rollers. Seemed a bit much too much. * Cause it's the natural thing you feel at the start.
The past is over the future's here. Get drunk on memories of yesteryear. We're gonna stop!. Our whole existence computerized. Yet still we stand up and we criticize.
It's not the same without him here. Twenty years of him dead and gone. This Vodka does a memory clear. Though it's too hard to imagine what these tears are for.
I once had a girl. Or should I say she once had me. She showed me her room. Isn't it good Norwegian wood?. . She asked me to stay. And she told me to sit anywhere.
I remember somewhere in the rain,. the faces of the passers-by, staring faces, broken blinds,. I recall the situation clearly standing in a crowded car,.
I sit all dully in a beautiful yellow haze. Setting my mind on a perpetual holiday. TV set shows me everything that I need. Guess I'm not gonna get out of bed anytime this week.
When you're feeling empty. Fragile, hungry and stoned. Sweet cinnamon spice. And then you're on your own. . Retracing footsteps of my younger days. Hold on, rearview mirror lies in the haze.
A church house gin house. A school house outhouse. On highway number nineteen. The people keep the city clean. They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush. They call it Nutbush city limits.
When sadness fills your heart. And sorrow hides the longing to be free. When things go wrong each day. You fix your mind to 'scape your misery. . Your troubled young life.
I'm so tired of running. Chasing you into the ground. Wanted attention. You gave me warning instead. Affection warranted but not at your expense. Less than expected.
A church house, gin house. A school house, outhouse. On highway number nineteen. The people keep the city clean. They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush. They call it Nutbush city limits.
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans. And miss it each night and day. I know I'm not wrong, the feeling's getting stronger. The longer I stay away.