Found a note of words this very morning. Written on the best paper you could find. You left it on your favorite table. Kind of expected your goodbye. .
He has been living through the pages of our time. Known as a true man, pure and sublime. Comes from the earth and out of the skies. From the four corners of the compass and into our lives.
Have you been touched. By the spirit of the land?. From a far away call. Into the palm of your hand. . It's inside every woman. And it's inside every man.
Shut up and listen to what you've been given. Hold on listen, while the blood is waiting. . There's a clock on the mantle watches. As time rolls by. Saying there's mountains to climb and the sky.
But now my love as you are leaving. It remains our love was not in destiny. I place three kisses upon each finger. To you my love farewell five hundred times.
Hey y'all (chu, chu). Nice. It's da honeyz. Summertime. C'mon. This is how we do it. It's da honeyz. JP, Esq. . (Chu, chu). Summertime (summertime, baby).
(Ring, ring). Hey, this is a message for the Honeyz. Barry here. There's gonna be some sexy things on the album. You know what I'm saying?. So, you tell me later, just give me a call.
I've been watching you. Thinking that we should be together. I sit and dream about you. Wishing you would come to me and leave me never. . Last night involved.
You don't need to hang around. You don't need to talk right now. Gotta feeling, it's a mistake. Gotta feeling, it's gonna break. Some days, sometimes just don't feel right.
Who cares what I'm gonna do. Without you, without you. Who cares if I blow a few. I know you heard it all before. Without you, without you. I go run after dark.
The details of distance and phone bills and kisses. On other girls lipses don't scare me, I don't care. Listen, I glisten, I glow when you call. I'm not small when you call.
Why you look so strange?. Are you mad at me?. Was it something I said?. Have I acted carelessly?. . Somebody left you these flowers. Oh, and here's the card.
I used to see these Scandinavian looking ladies. All the way down half a crowded block, oh yeah. And I've chased those yellow headed ladies. But it was never you on my block.
Singing songs Sinatra sang. Sal the gardener's drunk again. She is gone but he remembers. Polka dots and breathing hard. He dances with an angel in the yard.
The swollen cotton cups. Are almost overflown. An eye up to the keyhole. A model town below is sleeping quietly. . And when the man turns on. I tighten up my belt.
You drank a bit down, spilled the rest of it in me. And that's the minute, I let go. Your direction with the bending of the light. If I remember it right.
Saturday what a day, what a silly little day. Time to kill, take a pill as I sit and contemplate. How I'd like to be around all the people in the town.
Stole off under the moon.. You and I had raced to the orange grove. without so much as half a clue.. . Are you following? Are you upright?. And how can I know for sure?.
Should know enough not to get caught with your hands red,. but the color you've got has a purplish hue to it instead.. And try as I might, searching low and then high, all that I can find.