My father was a working man. But his work was never done. He stood behind a counter. And he smiled at everyone. He bought himself a business. Worked seven days a week.
I have thought a lot. I have did it a lot. And thinking is good. Oh, really good. Very good. . But if I think. And I just see the same. My mind wants space.
I'm getting tired of being tired. Let me find what seems to be lost inside. There has to be something else to fill the bland, to fill the blank. And if its all ideal this way--the way its always been supposed to be,.
I don't know where you've come from. But I know that you are what I need. And I don't know how we've become. Lost when you were all I see. I was so complete.
Call the repair man. And he'll sort you out. With his bag of tricks. (Bag of tricks). . He said, "I am repair man. Won't you take a bow. Come on give me space.
Gotta find the rebel within. A pawn in the sea, that's probably me. Tell me what you want me to be. I'll jump when you say, if you know what's good. .
I'll press my face up to your railings. I'll listen, you've still got a little unused pain. A little hurt. A little further. . Don't burn your hand on the window.
[Part one]. . [ETERNITY]. . [instrumental]. . [PART TWO]. . [ROOTS]. . I can't see whether it's me or my blood that drags me down. thoughts in my head tell me i'm not even around.
["The loss of a day, through the length of a night"]. . Come child join me, now thatthe whiskey. Has turned me into another man. We'll talk and we'll laugh like old times.
There's colors on the street. Red, white and blue. People shufflin' their feet. People sleepin' in their shoes. But there's a warnin' sign on the road ahead.
There's colors on the street. Red, white and blue. People shufflin' their feet. People sleepin' in their shoes. But there's a warnin' sign on the road ahead.
May the darkest days overcome?. And all the bad thoughts that remain. With the past, too much blood. And all this pain won't hold me back. For this time we have.
Denied from myself. And everything reflects. On all my thoughts of you. So help me now. And how I've been. Because nothing hurts. As much as what you did to me.
I've been trying for hours just to think of what exactly to say. I thought I'd leave you with a letter or firey speech. Like when an actor makes an exit at the end of a play.
If you ever, plan to motor west. Travel my way, take the highway that's the best. Get your kicks on Route 66. . It winds from Chicago to L.A.. More than two thousand miles all the way.
You know I'd chase the roll around Louisiana. 'Til I finally got her down in New Orleans. I could not be told nobody keep a hold on Rosianna. So I guess I'd better show 'em what I mean.
Keep your hands in your pockets. Speak easy when you talk. Whistle while you're workin'. Shuffle when you walk. Let me hear your pockets jingle. Get you jumpin' up and down.
Ray's rock house, that's my joint. House of soul, git my point. We don't care what's your dues. Come in here, lose yo' blues. . When trouble comes a-knockin'.
He's got that funny name. And ramblin', that's his game, that's it. He's Rambo, talkin' 'bout me. We'll see. . They call him Rambo because he's travelin'.
Echoes of the Oldies,. comin' thru my barrio walls.. They're throwin' him a goodbye party,. but he's sittin' there all alone.. Someone's humping in my bedroom,.