I met him on the cliffs. Of twin rocks, Oregon. He was sittin' on his bedroll. Lookin' just like Richard Brautigan. I thought he was an old man. He wasn't but thirty seven.
To Be With You. . I'll open my arms out wide, Welcome you into my heart. Hopin' that you understand, Girl I Love You. Tell you I'll never give up, no matter which rock comes between us.
tinseltown. snakes are crawling down the. boulevard of the fallen. --- come and call. let's just lay here. and dream the world away. . I don't wanna go downtown tonight.
I said something wrong it never fails. It kept us up all night. But time has her own way of showing today. In a different light. . Friends come and they go, everyone knows.
My time is your time. After all that you've been through. Can you hear me calling you. And this line that I'm walking time. It's pointing write to you.
If the timing's right. No need to worry about what's right and what is wrong. And if the market's right. We can sell the livin' hell out of your song.
There are blackberry brambles down where the railroads cross. And old timer trees wearing the spanish moss. No better place for a boy to get lost in a dream.
She cooks him ham and hotcakes. Five thirty every mornin'. . She does the dishes and. She irons his uniforms. . And she thinks. She might have loved him once.
I woke up in a cold sweat. From a dream at 3 a.m.. I was drifting on a sea of shadows. The rain was whipping in the wind. . I saw a man, dressed all in black.
I fell asleep about 12:30 last night. With the remote held in my hand. I drifted off and I could see the light. I was dreaming of the promised land. I was dreaming of the promised land.
Old Miss Johnston lived all alone. On the sorry side of town. Broke down cars and burglar bars. On the windows and doors. In case danger comes around.
If I take this opportunity to tell you what happened,. Will it destroy our unity?. Will there be nothing left to tap into?. I hate to lay this on you, but I've been holding back these tears..
Maria lays in the tannin' bed. And reads the Tuesday news. She's down there every week at the same time. With the same ol' blues. . She reads the funny papers.
Over by the wild wood it was a hot summer night. We lay in the tall grass, 'til the mornin' light come shining. If I had my way I'd never get the urge to roam.
I was a tuff kid, yeah, I was a tuff kid. It took a lot to get me on my knees. And I had a hard time, yeah, I had a hard time. Just ask somebody if you don't believe me.
Baby let me set you down. You look so troubled and I think I know. Just when you think you've come around. There you go. . Now I know the business of the heart.
Home, is where I want to be. Pick me up and turn me 'round. I come home, born with a weak heart. I guess I must be having fun. . But the less we say about it the better.
I'm gonna die in these four walls. I had enough and I tried it all. I'll watch the daybreak and I'll see the night fall. In these for walls. . Show me trouble I'll take him down.
There's a rugged road on the prairie. Stretchin' all across the last frontier. There a stranger strives solitary. Blessed is the lonesome pioneer. . Roll on, roll on, roll on.
Well, we pounded the pavement between dotted lines. But we always belonged to the fugitive kind. We were never the best but we were better than this. To be made to bow down among princes.