If you go away on this summer day. Then you might as well take the sun away. All the birds that flew in a summer sky. When our love was new and our hearts were high.
When I hear that big black whistle they blow. I feel inside it's time for me to be going. Fortunately baby, I'd already gone before. . When they say, I'm worth ten pieces of coal.
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,.
Oh there's nothin' like a woman. When you're all alone. No there's nothin' like a woman. To make a man come home. She's always there to understand. The little boy inside of the man.
Nothing to hold the falling. So how can I survive this sinking feeling. . Don't you know it's gone too wrong. Early warning. How could it have come to this.
Will I ever get to where I'm going?. Will I ever follow through with what I had planned?. . I guess it's possible that I have been a bit distracted. And the directions for me are a lot less in demand.
Well, I've never been to Spain. But I kind of like the music. Say the ladies are insane there. And they sure know how to use it. The don't abuse it. Never gonna lose it.
Se me destroza el corazón en mil pedazos. Me siento sola como la pluma en el aire. De qué me sirve ya la vida en este mundo. Si ya no tengo las caricias de mi madre.
Mo bheannacht le na buachaillí a dimigh uain thar sáile,. Ach dfág siad culaith dheas orm le dhul amach de domhnaigh,. Cóta mór go talamh agus bheiste den tsíoda láidir,.
Numbing torturous troubadours. Of this melodious dirge. Ostentatious triumphalism. Impressarios of despair. . Virtuosos of the visceral. Artisans of the morgue.
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.
Jesus, was it you indeed. To flirt unkindly with my greed?. Promising eternal life. When you knew it was not right?. When you knew that what I'd need was willingness and comfort there?.
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.
(Where are you?). . Where are you, now that I need you. Now that I want you so badly I could cry. Where are you (Where are you?). Where did fate lead you (Where are you?).
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 been walkin' through life with a bullet proof vest. Shielding emotions,acting like I couldn't care less. I kept love at a distance my defenses were loced and alert.
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.