Good morning mister sun. the day has just begun. I''ve got so much to do now. I washed my hands this morning. so very clean and shine. Jah, I hold 'em up to you now (woohoo).
Drinking a Familiar ale. As I listen to a tale. Of a friendship that was won and lost. A long time ago. . Well I always got to roam, nowhere to call my home.
When I wake up in the morning and I'm all alone. I've got my boots and my braces and my hair's all gone. Got to go out into the world. Got to make sure I take care out there.
It's summer time and the country's on the line. The lads are on the streets and the riots doing fine. Picking up the pieces after the night. Picking up the pieces for another fight.
Well, we bursted out of class. Had to get away from those fools. We learned more from a three-minute record, baby. Than we ever learned in school. Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound.
Oh, I wish I could laugh. When I look way back. To find out who stole all my dreams. . Whoa, I wish it was easy. To face the fact. There's nobody there but me.
Church-house Gin-house. School-house Out-house. on highway number nineteen. the people keep the city clean. they call it nutbush. oh nutbush. call it nutbush city limits.
Let's take a walk in the park. where we first said "hello". maybe borrow a dream for hour. and sooner or later from nothing forget-me-nots grow. but love grows much faster than flowers.
No lies, no angels, no lies, no angels. No lies, no angels, no lies, no angels. No Heaven, no Heaven, no lies. . No lies, no angels, no Heaven. No lies, no angels, no Heaven.
Distant earth rise long ago. Lingers at the borders of our minds. Mysteries spinning in the dark. In the frozen emptiness of time. . We were lost and we never knew.
well in the middle of the afternoon. I wanna take you on a drunken binge cruise. Driving country roads with the dust and the breeze. sun beatin down hey would you pass me a cool one please.
Let's runaway. Nobody has to know where.. Out of this place with all the madness,. where the world don't understand us.. We just got to get out of here..
I know that I could be a tease.. You know that all this smoke is just a screen.. But in this world today, with all the games we play.. This one's not so bad..
Fed up of excuses, there's nothing more to say. Sands of your patience have surely drained away. Backed into a corner built of my design. Peer into the future entwined is yours and mine.
(by Jackson Browne & Howard Burke). Rolling down 295 out of Portland, Maine. Still high from the people up there and feeling no pain. Gonna make it to New Jersey, gonna set it up and do it again.
Nino, walking around on Sunday. Nino, just one more kid in L.A.. With a hubcap and a stick in his hand. In his own parade, leading the band. His head in the sky, his feet nearly touching the sand.
It would take a wide net to drag that deep, through all the years,. The years I believed you. And you'd be hard pressed to face the fact of all the lies and the fears that.
If you could shake back a thousand tears. And you could take back the crosses in your fingers. You would know no better, know better, better that we....
(Oooooo....). . It's been a long time. Since you crossed my mind. But I know your here to stay. It could have been a color. Of something up there that made your memory come my way.
I got a wish in my well and it's burning up a hole in my pocket. A hole in my pocket. Well, I'm feeling closer to hell and it s burning like a big space rocket.