The rhythm of life. Heaven withstanding and smiling we're all swept away. The rhythm of life. Is not so demanding as some caught in narrows would say.
See love struck Romeo hit the street on a serenade. And hes laying everybody low with a love song that he made. He finds a streetlight, steps out of the shade.
If there's something you need, woman. That you never had. Don't you sit there crying. And feeling bad, no, no, no. . You better get up. Try to understand.
I tell you my story on VH1. And all of my personal hell. And how my dad beat me and how much he drank. Do you think it'll help my records sell. . Cause I'm the radio star with the cars and the clothes.
The last time I saw. . That glow around your face. I remember mmm.... Love that shone from in your eyes. A wisp of passion's breath. I remember ohhh....
This is what life feels like on the ground. I had a brother who was stationed up in Northern Hill Country. You know he never really came home. . We drove out east to Red River to see the high waters flow.
Well I've been walking for so long. in the pouring rain,. and now I'm singing love songs. to keep away the pain,. because I know your leaving. but I don't know why,.
Well I've been walking for so long. in the pouring rain,. and now I'm singing love songs. to keep away the pain,. because I know your leaving. and I don't know why,.
Too long on the road, my friend. Too long between rides. Too long between homes again. Too long without someone by my side. . And Lord, there's something 'bout a sad song.
Spent the last year. Rocky Mountain Way. Couldn't get much higher. Out to pasture. Think it's safe to say. Time to open fire. . And we don't need the ladies.
Springtime comes and brings the flowers, oh how new love burns. You and I, we spent the hours, lost to all concern. And now I know where I belong. I'm sorry baby, I was wrong.
There's a master plan, or so they say. I'm a patient man. s'il vous plait. And if what you earn, and what you deserve. Isn't worth the price you pay. Save it for a rainy day.
Give it up. You want my juicy red lips. No lie. Burn it up. No paper's buying my love. I fire up. No gangsta shooting me down. Tonight. Give it up. You're pussy-whipped.
In a room you can build a home. Plant the seed and life begins to grow. When it's outgrown life inside. How will it live?. And will it survive?. On it's own outside.
Roll on. . We'll roll on with our heads held high. Our conscience in the gutter. Our dreams up in the sky. . The ship yards are deserted on the docks on Melbourne town.
Just when you thought. That you had it all worked out. You will be the last one. To figure it out. . Then you will see. That in order to be free. We just don't want to fake it.