Slowly walking down the street. Where the homeless and the lovers meet. I bask in ol' blue. Your skin does too. I saw the garland. In the skyline. In the byline.
Well, I smoked my. Throat out last night. Hoping you'd call. Or just stop by. . Now, I'm wheezing. Like the Oakland sky. Feeling like. The rusted tracks.
The beam thing's into your head. The ghosts of your pleasure and contempt. When we were liars things were seamless. When we were wired the world was like a secret.
Rico was a short man. Wants to live with a long haired girl in Cosa Meda. Rip off fruit stands during the getaway. She will drive the Vespa. . He's gonna buy a parrot.
Shoot me with your Raygun. Full of holes so the daylight can get to what's dark. I remain trapped inside your body. The vice above your head, the hole inside your heart.
Just slide the hood, it's nothing much. You be Starsky and I'll be Hutch. They'll never find out where we'll go. We can forward our calls illegally to Mexico.
I think I made me/may be wise. I think you made me crazy. That's why I connect the dots on every page. Who knows why I see what I see in the skies. That I've gone and I'm haunted by images.
You have the upper hand to open up the door. Running out, running out. Running out shouldn't give youth back. . I have a hardened chain connected to my arms.
Row. . The Bull Grecian says, "What have you read?". I come from there, it's executive-sized. It's useless he shares, these legs are all wrong. What Gray often says, it's executive-sized.
Just three miles from the rest stop. She slams on the breaks. She said, "I tried to be but I'm not. And could you please collect your things". Well, I don't wanna be cold.
What I wonder it's like to be the rainmaker. I wonder what it's like to know that I made the rain. I'd store it in boxes with little yellow tags on everyone.
Outside America. Everybody's just waking up. Drinking coffee from a paper cup. To the sound of the radio. . And there's a broke town girl. In the parking lot.
Where is she goin' out tonight?. Is she wearin' your shirt, is she driving your car?. She was the one who was most likely to but she never got through.
Just three miles from the rest stop. She slams on the breaks. She said, "I tried to be but I'm not. And could you please collect your things". Well, I don't wanna be cold.
Well, I wonder what it's like to be a rainmaker. I wonder what it's like to know that I made the rain. I'd store it in boxes with little yellow tags on every one.
spending the day on the roof of the shed. telling myself i'd be better off dead. hung on the line no sense of time. stuck in the crack of dawn breaking your bread.
Rolling green. Rolling green. The story of a land. The likes you've never seen. . Rolling green. Rolling green. The great reforming. Shadow hanging over me.
I wish I was a bird. Birds can fly. I wish I was a bird. Birds can fly. I'd be 14 thousand miles away. Before you say goodbye. . I wish I was a rabbit.
Ooo, it doesn't matter which way I turn, I get turned away. No, it doesn't matter how long I wait or how hard I pray. Ooo, everytime I try to leave, I get left behind.