At the station they all called him Sgt. Bean. But at our house he was just plain dad to me. My mothers biggest fan. A strong and steady man. And we got by on his philosophy.
Had a friend, do me wrong. And it nearly did me in till I caught on. The way to heal a hurt like this. Isnt easy but the only answer is. . Send them love.
could i take you to a laker game. could we kiss outside the stadium. get a drink and then we'll catch a plane. fly it out to the Caribbean. find a beach and lay in the sand.
Sunday morning, a quarter past ten. The congregation says amen. The friends and neighbors come rolling in. Amazing grace and original sin. The preacher said one of us had strayed.
Praise and worship. Bow your head. Say a prayer for the too soon dead. Call it God's will. Call it fate. Call for mercy, it's too late. . Cos this ain't where the Angels dwell.
It was a long, hard road, it was all up hill. We nearly lost our way, we nearly lost our will. So we clung to the rocks where the cold winds blow. Till love gave us strength to finally let go.
Why do I lie here like this. Paralyzed by the truth in your kiss. You think that I don't know there's someone else. I should get up and go, but I'm not feeling well.
Millworker houses lined up in a row. Another southern sunday's morning glow. Beneath the steeple all the people had begun. Shaking hands with the man who grips the gospel gun.
Set me up high in the tallest tree. dress me in lullabies and faded jeans. rock me slow, and tell me lies. one step over the line, this time. I'm just one step over the line.
Rains fell cold through June. grass is up to my thigh. say if it dries up it'll burn just like the moon. say it opens up the seeds of the pine. . I only want to dream about you.
Everybody wants to make it up to Heaven. But they don't want to die. Everybody wants seven or eleven. Without rollin' the dice. . Just want somethin' for nothin'.
She was in the middle of an empty dance floor. Wrapped up in a tall dark stranger's arms. They didn't see me slip in through the shadows. And sit down at the end of the bar.
You've traveled the river from end to end. Never found a true love anywhere you've been. You never broke a heart that wouldn't mend. On such a lovely summer night.
Intro:. . The American flag is tied to a fence on an overpass. With a homemade sign written in red, white and blue. And it reads "Welcome home, Jason Miller, Private First Class".
Someday, you're gonna love me, baby, just you wait. Gonna put aside the games you play, hey, hey, someday. . Oh, someday you're gonna whisper my name.
(Patsy Lynn/ Peggy Lynn). . I found her picture in his dresser. As though he'd put it there to find. And the moment that I saw her. There was no doubt in my mind.
You don't have to hold it all inside you. Or try to keep your feelings hid. You don't need to bottle your emotions. Of the way your daddy did. . I can see inside you're hurtin'.
On the rocky road to love the goin' has been rough. I fall down but somehow I always got back up. I've climbed every mountain, crossed every valley too.
Everything I've tried to do for you. Has always turned out wrong. It took a lot of love inside of me. To keep me here this long. . It's too late to dim the lights again.
I'm looking for something in red. Something that's shocking to turn someone's head. Strapless and sequined and cut down to there. Stockings and garters and lace underwear.