I'm walking down this road. And in my hand I hold a gun. I'm thirty-four years old. and I've got no where left to run. . I'm just about out of floors that I can sleep on.
Once I had it all,. I held your heart & soul between my fingers. Now I've learned to crawl. It's something that I swore I'd never do. If I say nothing, you say nothing.
You said you'd give me love. Instead you caused me pain. You made me curse and slam the door. And hang my head in shame. . But, it's over now, it's over now.
Oh well.. If you don't wanna try.. Too late.. If you leap from a high.. Alright.. You're the only one that knows to fly.. Oh well.. Your umbrella folds in the sky..
Your mind's made up. You're gonna leave. Nothing I can say will stop you so it seems. But before you up and go. There's just something you should know.
You know, I've seen her eye to eye. I've seen her in the flesh. You could call it what you like. A mood, a hunch, a guess. . Time travels at the speed of life.
Love never listens. Life don't have the time. And it's some superstition. Ambition's bitten junkie crimes. What I'd rob from a stolen moment. I'd sell for time.
Listen children to a story. That was written long ago. 'Bout a kingdom on a mountain. And the valley folk below. . On the mountain was a treasure. Buried deep beneath a stone.
What kind of thing goes through your mind. In the one quick second before you die?. Is it a thought or just a flash?. Is confusion the final feeling that you have?.
As we sank our souls into the last good moment well ever know yet could I. stop to think about my actions, why I cant control them. I know that, this could be, the last good think that Ill see.
On the way home, someones got to give in,. it's so useless, to drag it out this long,. take your position baby, the opposition of me,. because there's no way I will change.
(Original by The Turtles - written by Warron Zevon ). . You can try to please me. But it won't be easy. Stone walls surround me. I'm surprised that you even found me.
Before the effluvial corpse is consumed. By gastronomic decay and suppuration. The stiffening husk is surveyed and tested. For suitability of organ donation....
He's unimaginative at his best but you know that's all right. We like the way he sings. He's unimaginative at his work but we say that that's OK. He's made for better things.
She said hey. Smoke at three. Georgia moonlight. It's three a.m.. I've been driving all night. Got a funny air. Red-brown hair. In the porch light. She said 'we're open all night.
Poor old granddad, I laughed at all his words. I thought he was a bitter man. He spoke of women's ways. He said they'll trap you and they'll use you and before you even know.
Take a message to your head. Stay beside her in the bed. You were so stupid to believe in. Things you couldn't see then make 'em all you want. . If you haven't got the reasons.
A picture of Amsterdam. Bare trees under glass. Framed in the gray and white afternoon light. Of a winter long past. . When I was a riser. To Dublin I'd roam.
Start tearin' the old man down. Run past the heather and down to the old road. Start turnin' the grain into the ground. Roll a new leaf over. . In the middle of the night.