This is my last letter dear to you. . This is my last letter, baby. I just cant write you anymore. My poor little fingers are swollen. Im tired of pacin' the floor, yes I am.
I compose, every center, every perspective. any part is a nose. I propose, a way of looking, or a way of looking past this. Our redemption shows perfect stillness.
You say I'm the greatest and bound for glory. Well, the word is out and I learned. Got the latest side of the story. You're pulling out before you get burned.
As I walk through our living-room-turned-battlefield,. I seek a pardon for my part in this ol' war. And I feel shame for the flame we ignited, then ignored,.
Now she's someone else's problem, and I'm finally free. From all the daily heartache and night time misery. Troubles they're all over, she's just a memory.
Shes a Lot Like Texas. Beautiful and Wild, Unpredictable and Free. A Hearts Thats Strong and Restless. Her Love Goes on for Miles, She Will Always Be,.
Black flags with your fingers as their sign in the subways. They show me the right path into your home,. in the city's depth. Down here are the villages of hope for the artists.
Well, it was one hot day in mid-July. I had a little fight with that gal of mine. She went to the store for some cigarettes. Well, it's been three days and she ain't back yet.
Cartridge siedges of racer teams. slide in tubes through icey streams,. slide in curve from 6 and 8. Thrills in centigrades. Suits as tight as second skin.
Push me through my mirror into lonely winternights. I seek the hiding of my life. out in the deepest woods, out on the coldest hills. in a daze. . Sorry, Mr. Pain. I go made without warning.
Sometimes. Mixed emotions they ramble on inside. For a false sense of reality. . So I try to escape. From this place that brings me down. 'Cause I feel there's nothing else.
Lost and alone on some forgotten highway. Traveled by many remembered by few. Lookin' for something that I can believe in. Lookin' for something that I'd like to do with my life.
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy. Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry. Sunshine on the water looks so lovely. Sunshine almost always makes me high.
It's a long way from L.A. to Denver,. It's a long time to hang in the sky;. It's a long way home to Starwood in Aspen,. The sweet Rocky Mountain paradise,.
When you asked how I've been here without you. I'd like to say I've been fine and I do. But we both know the truth is hard to come by. And if I told the truth that's not quite true.
City sidewalk, busy sidewalks dressed in holiday style.. In the air there's a feeling of Christmas.. Children laughing, people passing,. Meeting smile after smile,.
Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Round your Virgin mother and child. Holy infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace sleep in heavenly peace.
Ship,ates and Cheyenne raindrops and cryin'. Haunt the dreams of an old, old man. Candles and churchbells laughter and farewells. Revolve in his thoughts like a wind.
It's funny how you sound as if you're right next door. when you're really half a world away. I just can't seem to find the words I'm looking for. to say the things that I want to say.
Of course, we have our diff'rences,. you shouldn't be surprised. It's as natural as changes in the seasons and the skies.. Sometimes we grow together, sometimes we drift apart;.