There's so many fish in the ocean. why you wanna swim with the same one. was your advice to me in the playpen of life. . Never would commit to nothing.
Anytime you want me to do a little chore. Don't you know I'm waiting down at your back door. Indicate the feeling that you think is fine. And you know your wish would soon be mine.
Anytime you want me to do a little chore. Don't you know I'm waiting down at your back door. Indicate the feeling that you think is fine. And you know your wish would soon be mine.
Anytime you want me to do a little chore. Don't you know I'm waiting down at your back door. Indicate the feeling that you think is fine. And you know your wish would soon be mine.
By Walter Egan. . Rain falling down are you crying now?. Rain whispers songs to your frowns. When lonely teardrops fill up your eyes. Rain wash away all the time that you've cried.
by Walter Egan. . There goes my girl there goes my baby. There goes my heart there goes my world. There goes my girl. . There goes my girl there goes my little angel.
by Joy Lynn White and Walter Egan. . The truth sometimes can be unkind. It can be brutal hurtful and mess with your mind. Just when you think you've got it all figured out.
by Walter Egan. . It wasn't me who told you nothing's ever easy. It wasn't I who said you'd die to try to please me. It wasn't you who said to me that you did not care.
by Walter Egan and Lindsey Buckingham. . Away in the darkness past midnight,. As dim as a candle there burns a light,. There sits a boy alone in his room,.
by Walter Egan. . Faces trading places as they float before my eyes,. Smiling faces frowning faces all go passing by,. Can you see the look in their eyes,.
A moonlight night, the highway shines. A pair of beams approaches mine. And as she pulls up close. We share a glance, my heart awoke. . The blonde in the blue T-bird.
by Walter Egan. . Witness the way in which I swallowed your line. So easily convinced the very first time. It was my finest hour it was my pride. A sudden sense of power by taking your side.
By Walter Egan. . Remember when we were new and time was our friend. Our pleasure knew no end. But somehow as we grew the years like a haze. Occlude the younger days.
That Stuff You Sell Ain't No Good Trk 7 3:22. Walter Davis. (Walter Davis). with Roosevelt Sykes (Willie Kelly) piano. probably Henry Townsend - guitar.
Are you in now?. Are you in now babe?. Hello from nowhere. Hello you backwards. It seems to be realy cold out there. Better keep a long distance. Nice to meet you, funny guy, you.
CHORUS:. I'm tired of all these people, tired of all their lies. Used to be friendly, I don't discriminate. Rap:. I think I'll start to live as clown.
An orphan child walks and sniffs the air. in an orphan forest. everybody seems to whip him badly. in this world of jealousy. Hes lost in the sea of tears and cant confess.
I'm lying in my bed, trying to reach the line. After a mess of emotion with my girl so fine. I'm looking through a window seeing the city lights. I wanna serve this world without too much pride.
Son: I saw the eyes of the american war machine. Father: Its such a fine way of thinking to get us some scene. Son: The video war games can sometimes be so boring!.
Island in the city, music in the air. Waiting for the feeling, and. surprise: it's right there!. I dressed up in a cloth of lion. I wanted to avoid growing thin, so.