Guess I was crazy thinking I could live without your love. Coz girl since you've been gone , your name's been on the tip of my tongue. Thought I could shake this thing, but everything comes back to you.
SINGIN TO THE RADIO. Written By; Greg Hanna, Kim Tribble. . SHES GOT AN 89 WHITE IMPALA. GENUINE VINYL SEATS. SHES GOT BEADS ON HER MIRROR. SHE EARNED IN NEW ORLEANS.
innocence those were the days. so young without a care. we close our eyes and feel the pain (of growing older). . what have we become have we forgotten.
each time i hurt you. i see your scars. i'm reminded of all. you've done. . now i'm in the same place. right where i started. caught in the things that.
For the first time I saw inside of you. And somewhere within you lies the whole truth. It's time to let go, to let go. . Your secret is safe with me. 'Cause my lips are sealed.
(Peter Townshend). . You think we look pretty good together?. You think my jeans are made of leather?. Well I'm a substitute for another guy. I look pretty tall, but my heels are high.
Every life has a price, every fool throws the dice. Even the winners have to pay, every dog has its day. So watch out, watch what you do. Someone's lookin' for you.
Only fools rush in where angels fear to tread. Going to get my arse to heaven before the devil ever knows I'm dead. I spent the whole of my life searching for some peace of mind.
The old man told me, "Hey you, make a choice. You can the music and stop all the noise. Or you can get out and find your own way". I told him, "Stick it, my rock's here to stay".
So far away not knowing. How to handle the distance between. Avoiding situations that will show. That this is not the same. . Try to see through my window.
Brown skinned woman's been trading rough, scars across her thigh. Tell me little honey ain't you afraid to die?. All night long I give it up I give it to her good.
When I was just eleven, I died and rose again - a symbol to transcend the watery grave.. There the cup uncovered, I shone the light within - the radiance on my prepubescent face.
Here I am, all alone. Situations overwhelming again. Be strong, I tell myself. But fall right back again. . But hold on. I think I just realized something.
Well I've been strutting down the boulevard of broken dreams. Everything I own is falling apart at the seams. People think I'm crazy 'cause I don't give a damn.
I just woke up in wonder staring at my wall. Is this what they call falling if they speak at all?. What is freedom in Jesus? How far does it span?. I am lost and unable, I am just a man.
There's a lady who's sure, all that glitters is gold. And she's buying a stairway to heaven. When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed.
Consumed by this greedy disposition. I give no thanks for all that's been given to me. See I'm so concerned with selfish ambition. I see what I want and look past what I need.
Bye New York, so long Philly. Hollywood your Wacko City. Chicago got just too damn windy for me. . Frisco's fine apart from that line. New Orleans is just a good time.
Maybe baby I'm a man without a soul. Or baby maybe just a man out of control. Maybe I'll just close my eyes wait until the dawn. And wake up to another nightmare.
Let the world be still tonight. Let the fire be the only light. Draw the curtain, pull down the shade. In easy arms, we'll lay. . So come on lady, now close your eyes.