Starting out with paper airplanes. Dreaming of those flights from scene to scene. Stepping up to continental. Ignoring all thats temperamental. . Now its our machine.
Slow down the light's green. Speed up the mysteries. The ghost of your masterpiece. Breathes now like the trees. Begging please. . 'Cause if you feel love in the city tonight.
I knew the state of ol' Wisconsin back when I was eight. I sang all over Minneapolis lookin' for a break. I rode the rapid rivers with the Chiquoia Indian tribe.
(Well as long as there's a truck I won't forget Korea and Operation X). I won't forget the year of '54 I drove a truck in that Korean war. Haulin' GI's to the front and back in a truck they called Duce and a half.
Standing here at Gate 15 looking at a plane I won't be on. Like No 5-0-3 Lord I wish that I was goin' home. I'd find the seat and settle down put my head against the window pane.
One more mile, one more detour. That's the way goes tears and smiles. I may miss you and I may wish that I have stayed. But I'll be moving it one more mile.
When I was a lad and old Shep was a pup over hills and the meadows we'd stray. Just a boy and his dog we were both full of fun and we grew up together that way.
(They're selling the homeplace today). Yeah they're sellin' me out today just lost too much money too many years in a row. And since pa died I ain't got no help.
There are some pills and modern thrills that I don't understand. I guess that I'm not what you call a modern carefree man. I cut my hair and wear my clothes the way my daddy does.
Well, everybody's going out and having fun. I'm just a fool for staying home and having none. I can't get over how she set, set me free. Oh, lonesome me.
Only you know and I know. All the lovin' we've got to show. So don't refuse to believe it. By reading too many meanin's. . 'Cause you know that I mean what I say so don't go.
I know it's unbelievable. And I know it seems unthinkable. There's a place I wanna meet you. There's a place, a place we got to, got to, got to. Need to, got to, got to.
Overrated. . Words and Music by Luke Juby and Steve Howard. . You can wrap me up, in a state of mind,. And free my sole.. You can take the light that I can't see,.
ain't it something. when she walks into the room. with the light that's almost way too much for me. ain't it something. when waves crash on the shore.
I scored some speed in San Berdino. So me and baby could get a little bump. And now shes in that motel room. Puttin on a show for some chump. . Yeah, well, babys gotta make a livin.
Ah-mmm, ah-mmm, ah-mmm, ah-mmm. . Well, I went to a dance just the other night. Everybody there was there. I said over and over and over again. This dance is gonna be a drag.
Can't get the words out of my mouth. That little feeling everyone talks about. The things you say like I miss your face. I wanna let you know but I can't get the words to go so.
Common cool, he was a proud young fool in a kick-ass wal-mart tie. Rippin down the main drag, trippin on the headlights rollin by. In the early dawn when the cars were gone, did he hear the master's call?.
I may sound ungrateful. But tonight you know I am. How come some great big things. You can let slip through your hands. . Oh, oh, oh, W-O-E is me. . I'm a simple boy, I just need a simple girl.
Ordinary sunset. The sun came up. In lots of spendid colours. When we woke up. And recognised each other. Someone said. I think you are my brother. I gave a smile.