Sadness runs, lonely dies, fear explodes. The moment you arrive. And all the stars align, I'm fine. . Life's a trip, start to fall, just in time. I float inside your eyes.
There you were a mile away. You thought for sure you were in Rome. And then I showed up with myself. One second lasts forever. It's too late. But I should have known better.
She's my baby. She is a Raygun. Kissing my spaceship. Kill me for fun fun. She is my sunshine. My only sunshine. Painting my bluesky. Yellow with jaundice..
I got a great big smile. But I got rotten teeth. My posture's kinda good. From my knees to my feet. And if I cut my hair. Most people they won't stare.
Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh. (Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh). Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh. (Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh). Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh.
Telling you for your own good now. You don't have to stay if you want to leave here, whoa oh. Giving up just a piece of my mind. Give my heart but I lost it long ago, whoa oh.
(transcribed by steve norgrove, jim madden, et al). . Will there come a time when sorrow's hard to find. And all those nursery rhymes will find a meaning.
I'm feelin' ugly, I'm feelin low, mornin' mirror, you ain't no rose. Did I mean it or did I lie or did I dream it?. Oh Christ, I'm tired. . Why then did you have to grin now the blood rolls down my chin.
(mick ralphs). . Sitting here alone again. Wondering where it is. Can't begin to figure out. The reason for our mess. Maybe theres no cause or comfort.
(ian hunter/guy stevens). . This isn't a song in the true sense of the word - it is an end-of-session jam (sounds a bit like 'the journey'); but I have included it anyway..
(ian hunter). . Clouds among (? ). The feelings that you catch. The worries through the years. . There was a time in 69. Now the fools are cool. And my dream appears.
Well, my brother, he was a drinking man and I asked him for release. He said, This won't do you no good, and sent for the police". Well, they busted me for nothing, 'cos they said, I was insane.
(ian hunter). . All the changes they will take their time. In the morning dust they'll begin to rise. Halfway to a borderline. Well I can see the end.
Ladies and gentlemen. The golden age of rock 'n' roll. . Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy. Screaming for the face at the window. Jeans for the genies, dresses for the dreamies.
(ian hunter). . There goes happiness. Down that street. Pick me up, put me down again. Just when I was on my feet. . I get stoned every day. My best friend he gone and went away.
Travellin' in the dark. Can't see a thing. Travellin' in the dark. . Travellin' in the dark. Can't see a thing. Travellin' in the dark. . What you gonna do when you can't seem to understand?.
When the wagons leave the city. For the forest and further on. Painted wagon of the morning. Dusty roads where they have gone. . Sometimes travelin' through the darkness.
Find the time the place. Regret these lies. Your ties, okay arrest me. Sign your name to drive your fame. You lose your touch. You think far too much.
Sleep lay behind me like a broken ocean. Strange waking dreams before my eyes unfold. You lay there sleeping like an open doorway. I stepped outside myself and felt so cold.
You better believe it's true. You know I do I do. You better believe it's true. You know I do I do. . I'm a screw-up of epic proportions. A walking hand grenade.