Well I woke up Sunday mornin'. With no way to hold my head. That didn't hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad. So I had one more for dessert.
Saturday morning, yeah. I come in late. Just to find if you were there. Just to look at your long brown hair. . And dream a dream out in the hall. Was that my name that's just been called?.
Sleepwalker. Walking around. Sleepwalker. Wearing a frown. . Sleepwalker. Going downtown. Sleepwalker. Going all the way down. . Cheap hotel. Cheap hotel.
Like fallin' rain. The days go by. Can't kill the pain. And you wonder why. . We'll be strong. Hold on. A lot of love to go around. . Stay wild. My soul child.
Be good to you, take care of you. Shake loose of those self-help blues. You gotta lot of livin' to do, you can't be givin' up on you. Sometimes the stars or the moon gonna play a trick on you.
I've never been the one. Who had my head on straight. So I gave myself this job. Now I'm waitin' at the gate. For my bag to be inspected. . For some crazy reason.
Baby, don't you know. I hate it when you cry. When your tears fall down I feel like I could die. Or disappear that's the fear that you have. But you've got to follow your own path.
Don't tell me about the nature of desire. I sit and watch you. Twisted, tangled in the wire. I'm on the road now. And you're glad to see me go. I guess you'll sit outside.
Sharin' with us what he knows. His shining eyes are big and blue. And all around him water flows. This world to him is new. This world to him is new. .
Yeah, okay. . Here I am. And once again I've come this far. Everywhere you go. You never know, you're right there where you are. . I thought by now. You'd surely shoot a different line.
She never loses. And she never chooses. . And I don't know. Which way is up. I drink her down. She fills my cup again, yeah. . I'm always changin'. While she's rearrangin'.
September in Seattle. Waitin' on a train. I smoked my last cigarette. Standin' in out of the rain. . There's a cool wind blowin'. Down the alley by the depot.
She was sitting in the corner of a cafe. In the burning heart of downtown Santa Fe. Picking on a Gibson and singing, "Baby Can't You See". . She was buzzing like a battlefield tracer.
You've got your mind made up. Your heart's in a song. No pot to piss in. But a voice of your own. You can take it anywhere. This road leads you down. Any old ghost town.
Ok Salt Lake City in 1973. Mormon's are everywhere. Battalions of bicycling bachelors. With dark suits and well cropped hair. We're Mormons too have been since '72.
Sunny came home to her favorite room. Sunny sat down in the kitchen. She opened a book and a box of tools. Sunny came home with a mission. She says days go by I'm hypnotized.
I put on my finest summer dress. So light and thin, it was my best. I brushed my hair, I held my breath. I went out to face the wilderness. I went out to face the wilderness.
Now that I know who you are. I can safely say tonight I'll fall asleep. I drift away in your arms. But who's to say you'll stay when morning breaks on me.
Wait for me by the banshee tree. Let me be your wailing companion. And pass 'em on by, don't look 'em in the eye. Suicide Alley is callin'. . And you thought you were dreaming.
Was it really two summers ago. Or was it outer space?. We both had nowhere to go. In search of a state of grace. . Yeah, all in all we never had time.