Star Eyes,. That to me is what your eyes are,. Soft as stars in April skies are,. Tell me some day you'll fulfill. Their promise of a thrill.. . Star Eyes,.
Somebody loves me, I wonder who. I wonder who he can be. Somebody loves me, I wish I knew. Who can he be worries me. . For every boy who passes me, I shout 'Hey, maybe'.
HE: Ev'ry day seems like a year,. Sweetheart, when you are not near.. SHE: All that you claim must be true,. For I'm just the same as you;. . Sometimes I'm happy, sometimes I'm blue,.
Everything is set, skies are blue,. Can't believe it yet, but it's true,. I'll give you just one guess,. My sweet Lorraine said "yes". Waiting for the time, soon to be,.
Wouldn't it be a change for you and me to stay at home once ina while?. We'd babaret until the break of day. I'll bet we've danced many a mile. I'll like to see a movie once more.
Oh, how I'm sufferin', in my mind. You keep me worryin', Lord all the time. I try to smile but my friends all leave. But nothing I could do to ease my sufferin' mind.
She's creeping. Into my bloodstream. Then crawling. Out into [?]. Then it sinks in. I'm not where I'm supposed to be. It's so boring. Being what you want me to be.
I know you're thinking it's over. That your story's been told. I know you're thinking you're burned out. That your fire's gone cold. You've been living in shadows.
you're such a blessing to me. said i'd try to find a love. that wouldn't crumble in the sand and wouldn't leave me when it got rough. and yet would give me oh so much.
Very superstitious, writing on the wall. Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall. Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass. Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past.
Oh, kiss the mountain air we breathe. Good-bye it's time to fly.. Sparrow climb, the air is thinner,. Open wings cast this valley in the shade.. . Fires dance the shadows.
A little wrangler was born. I seen him squirming in the saddle all wet and warm. He's such a changeable form in his very first year. . He rides on to wrangler school.
Waits all day for the Sun to dim his brights. Face shinin' amber in the radio lights. It's all that he needs to see. Fire ignites when he turns the key.
Used to ride the highway. I used to know where I was going. Now this shady dirt road is feelin' cool beneath my feet. Used to ride on. To get to where I was going in a day.
Whisper daddy, I love your stories. Wanna hear em all, not just now. You said baby, you talk in pictures. I wanna see it all, but not right now. . Can talk this sunrise to life.
Well, I'm hangin' on to a solid rock. Made before the foundation of the world. And I won't let go, and I can't let go, won't let go. And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.
Like a locomotive wheel. Feelings real as steel. Hearts are just bound to break. Well, I'm off and on my way. Rolling night and day. Highway's callin' my name.
This is the season. These are the waking days. Throw off your wet sheets. Step into the Soft Parade. Hollowed and glisten. Like sweat on a moving train.
While you're out there on the highway. While you're driving roll on by. Going south between the bridges. While the river running dry. And if you can't come home.
Sometimes they see you just now they don't. Maybe this is a lucky day or a penny on the way home. Sit between the clouds for cover raindrops hide in the sea.