There is less light and the night is longer now. The air is full of something strange. No more at ease, the geese fly stronger now. Because they know the seasons change.
Lee Clayton. . Tonight I could wrestle the devil,. I feel I just can't lose. Go on out and find me some fallen angel. To help me with these lowdown blues.
When friends come for Saturday night. It's nice to make up some Sangria wine. It's organic and it comes from the vine. It's also legal and it gets you so high.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . Spoken:. Well, there I am in Mexico, man,. I'm sittin' on a big hot rock with the blues,. Watchin' this sailboat drive by, and I'm wonderin', "Where's mine?".
The dunes are out and. They're bringing their friends. It'll be a long one to roll in. It's innocent, they're so cruel. . There's definitely some fire.
Your heart is made of cells. Never ending bells. You know that I will always be there. With the wind always behind you. . May it always remind you. This world is just a sphere.
You're not one to lose your cool. Almost nothin' rattles you. Oh, but it comes to love. Boy, you think too much. . When those little doubts arise. You over analyze.
Sweet temptation that's what you are to me. That's all you'll always be it seems. Sweet temptation, you smile and pass me by. But still you occupy my dreams.
There's lots of Sunday Christians walking over this land. They go to church one day a week and take a Christian stand. They dress up in their Sunday dress so everyone can see.
Well there she goes again and the hurt begins. But I must pretend I don't know she's alive. There he stands so close we can touch almost. But we must act like strangers nine to five.
I see the shadows as they come to welcome the night. Treading the time when I know I must turn out the light. Here in the darkness I lie down to hurt once again.
There comes someone's heartache he's walking straight to me. Somebody cry a love has died he's somebody's shattered dream. If he should stop at my table will I be the next to cry.
Someone's gotta cry when love is over. And as you leave, it's very plain to see. You're not about to cry for you're in love again. But someone's gotta cry and that leaves me.
As I sit here alone and in silence reliving each day of the past. I'm searching my life for one answer how things went so wrong so fast. Don't tell me that it is all over for if I was wrong in the past.
Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean. The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn green. The snowbird sings the songs he always sings. And speaks to me of flowers that will bloom again in spring.
Monday's promise is Tuesday's lie. Saturday's party is Sunday's fight. Somethin's wrong with you and I. Love's gone wrong that used to be right. . And I can feel it slippin' away.
Though the door was open wide, not a sound came from inside. So I looked in, saw two shadows on the wall. One was new and strange to me, one my sweetheart dear to me.
Seven lonely days make one lonely week. Seven lonely nights make one lonely me. Ever since the time you told me we were through. Seven lonely days I've cried and cried for you.
Once we were so happy, you were my very own. But then you bought that guitar and you ruined our happy home. You told me that you're gonna pick, you're gonna be a star.
I know you'll never loved me the way I love you. And I'll always be second best to you. But in my heart I'd rather have just part of you. Than all of someone else for there's no one else like you.