If there were something so hard and clear. It would have been autumn so long ago. . So, take your sweet treat in the evening. Take your sweet treat in the evening.
Well come on. Sweet smog children, come on. Sweet smog children, come on. But I can't really talk to you. I can only sing. Sweet smog children, I can only sing for you.
Well, it's strange the way. You walk behind. But seem to lead the way. Oh, I know i,. Oh, I know I have strayed. . I have taken you for a ride. Left you waiting in the car.
Meet strawberry rash. One on each cheek. Coins in the crack. Meet strawberry rash. . It's the banquet of a starving girl (x2). She's gonna swallow glass.
There's nothin' I'd rather see. Than for you to fail. There's nothin' I'd rather see. Than for you to fail. And where is the beauty. That I once had?.
Stalled on the tracks (x2). No turnin' back. I'm stalled on the tracks. . A turtle on it's back. I think I hear that train a-comin'.
And though you've known a thousand men. But still. A ship never sailed on your sea. And though you've known a thousand men. But still. . Briney waters singe their skins.
When I was just a boy in days of childhood. I used to play till evening shadows come. Then winding down an old familiar pathway. I heard my mother call at set of sun.
Anybody else would tell you. My face is dead. But I say it's a lie. . There's only one road in. And it's easy. To miss. . It's surrounded by swamps. With green.
Verse Number One:. Long ago...in a parable of old.... Jesus told of a bruised and battered soul.... Layin out beside the way...people passed him on that day....
I'm a bit like a soldier. In the way I wear no uniform. And choose not to fight. And fight all night. For some other cause. . I'm a bit like the grave digger.
THE CHORUS:. When I'm singing for the ladies....It's just like a picture show..... Cause it sure brings back the memories..... Of a lady that I know....
Have you lost your faith. Have you lost your way. Have you lost everything. You thought you held. Yesterday. . You should leave me behind. And devote all your time.
Verse Number One:. Silent Night...Holy Night....all is calm...all is bright..... Round yon virgin...mother and Child....Holy Infant so tender and mild.....
I slept through most of april. I got up in may and had some toast. Then I bedded down again. I bedded down again. Because I was sleepy. . In june. I made enough chili in my crockpot.
Verse Number One. Santa's got a radio....he's listening to a band......... Playing down in Nashville at the Wildhorse on weekends.... He's turned the volume up...a stepping down the road....
I took your party invitation list. And wrote 'enemies' across the top of it. Then I asked you. To go on a short drive with me. So I could point out. Some more of our enemies.
Let me be your salty dog. I don't wanna be your man at all. Honey, let me be your salty dog. . Down in the wild wood. Sittin' on the log. My finger on a trigger.
With the grace of a corpse. In a riptide. I let go. And I slide slide slide. Downriver. With an empty case by my side. An empty case. That's my crime.
TOUGUE TIED. I CAN FEEL MY WORDS STICK. SOMEWHERE OVER THE PACIFIC. AND ALL HIS FRIENDS HAVE SAID. LEAVING ME WOULD BE BEST IN THE END. IN THE LONG RUN.