(Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . [A ghostly chorus]. Night rider. . Well, a-truckin' on the night line, quarter past five. Tryin' to get my rig an' me to 'Frisco alive.
(Tom McKeon, Ron Peterson). . We'd worked ourselves senseless. Been bustin' down fences. Drivin' dry cattle, no water in sight. As we sat 'round the fire.
I turn on the hallway light. I am up again at night. I've got my window seat. Got a light that shines down to the street. In the day I think I can. But at night I think again.
Little Johnny's painting in his picture book. Pinning all his hopes on toy balloons. But no one taught him how to sing Jerusalem at school. Someone's always dicking with the tunes.
You say you feel all alone tonight. Just pick up the phone and call. You say that you don't need anybody. So there's nobody takin' you home. . Whenever you need someone.
Everyone's a let down. It just depends on how far down they can go. In every circle of friends there's a whore. The one who flirts and does a little more.
I'm creeping your way. And these sheets aren't stopping me. Because I'm gonna meet you face to face. And I'm gonna start from your waist. Up through your navel.
I can see through your eyes. To the back of your mind. All you've said is fiction. The blind leading the blind. I'd like to take your clothes off. And play for a while.
Somewhere, sometime I became a part of you. And then in time, in time it seems like I got to heart of you. And inside my mind I could entertain. Almost anything you could throw at me.
Northern winds came whistling through evergreens. Like trains, one temper broods until a temperature breaks. And blooms, smashing and tearing what we've worked toward.
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I took a stroll down a primrose lane on a clear blue day. Everything seemed so perfectly placed. Daises lined each manicured lawn. Well groomed men walked well groomed dogs.
And is a su su come su su come su su come su su come. Fire bun deeem. Then is a su su come su su come su su come su su come. Fire bun deeem...why?. Natty dread.
They have, been wronged. their honour, was once. their hearts and their souls. now bare this burden. . their race, was denied,. condemned as they died.
This isn't what it used to be.. Like folded corners of worn pages trying to hold their place,. Because no one fucking cares anymore,. I'm peeling back finger nails to hold you..
Car burns by the roadside. Smoke swirls into grey light. Barricades are fading. Fates that guide me gently. . What I face I can't see. Just escaped with my life.
I float through day and night life, well most of the time. Till I hung up my blues on a nail in your wall. It rained flowers when the music began. Love all around when the music is loud.
Hey Nico, stay strong in this world. My girl, ignore their cold words. . The song of your heart's so true. The sigh is a way for you. Hey Nico, stay strong in this world.