I've waited outside your door. Too long for it to make a difference anymore. The things that I could do or say. To make this state of mind of mine just go away.
This wait it over and done. It's finally over. This race is finished and won. It's finally over. The victory song is sung. It's finally over. It's been as long as I recall.
Shake it up, baby. Now twist and shout. Shake it, shake it up, baby. Come on and work it on out. . You know you move real good, girl. (Shake it up baby, now).
(John Phillips). I used to live in New York City;. Everything there was dark and dirty.. Outside my window was a steeple. With a clock that always said twelve-thirty..
I used to live in New York City. Everything there was dark and dirty. Outside my window was a steeple. With a clock that always said twelve thirty. . Young girls are coming to the canyon.
I used to live in New York City. Everything there was dark and dirty. Outside my window was a steeple. With a clock that always said twelve thirty. . Young girls are coming to the canyon.
You're gonna trip, stumble and fall. And though I know you're having a ball. You better listen, my friend, this is the end. Someone's gonna make you crawl.
When it's too late for talking. But it's too early to be walking. And your world slowly stops its spin. When the mind that once was open shuts. And no one can get in.
You've been keeping me lonely. You've been keeping me down. And I'm sitting here wondering. Why I'm still hanging around. . The night's grown cold, babe.
What makes life the sweetest, bestest, and completest?. Not a big doll house or a Mickey Mouse but the right somebody to love. Ice cream, cake, and candy may be fine and dandy.
I'm in with the in crowd. I'll go where the in crowd goes. I'm in with the in crowd. And I know what the in crowd knows. . Any time of the year, don't you hear?.
That kind of girl would let you down. That kind of girl will always run around. That kind of girl's the kind that you always fall for. My friend, your love is really a dull bore.
Such a feelins comin over me. There is wonder in most everything I see. Not a cloud in the sky. Got the sun in my eyes. And I wont be surprised if its a dream.
We're out of time. We're out of place. We're quietly spinning. Rumors of towns made of gold. Send everyone spinning. . We're out of this world. and out of miracles.
I hear about everything you do. and it all seems so very new to me. and I know that it happens all the time. I hope that one day I won't mind. . what's that you say.
I turn up when the clock says. and give it what's required. I clean up when the boss says. at seventy retired. but where is the love?. the stars won't get it the sand won't let it go.
Our bodies to hand with the Jersey shoreline. Connecting the tide to the sand that was dry. And we both laid entwined, stared at the night. Clouds overhead, but that was all right.
I wake up. in the early morning with. a smile upon my face. cause I have been touched by love. I have witnessed grace. . The way that the sun can shine down.
no the starving. know nothing of your chances.. The trusting have had enough.. Last breath of a fading few.. Swell the lies to tease the truth.. Take this for what it is..
I'm giving weight to circumstance. You'd swear I'm hopeless. This time just isn't like the last. I said that last time, last time too. . This could be, this could be over.