Horses gallop through the fields. The flowers blossom in the garden. Why should I hang on to fear and. STRESS, STRESS, STRESS. AND MORE STRESS?. . When just outside.
Once ago there were lovebirds. Who began to fly. Into different spaces of the sky. They were kissed by grace notes. Passing by on there rainbow faces.
Turn around and around. And it's always been the same. It's never gonna change. Never gonna change. . Turn around and around. It's always been the same.
Rain comes out in the middle of the sunshine. Been a long time since I was feeling fine. With no one making my rules. And no one looking out for me. Sometimes I get a little frustrated.
You can drive, you can drive. You can drive down the 405. To the 101 to my house. And these highways are in so many songs. . I couldn't count them all, I tried.
The wayward wind winds home at last. Feels the same and bends the mast. The moon rose backward till its past. Time the trickster ticking fast. . Oh the faces empty places we have been.
Morning comes too soon. I was into you. And there is so much. I want to tell you. Before you go. . Take time,take time. Take mine. Take time,take time.
If that's all, Ill be on my way.. I never cared, isn't that what you'd say?. So Im wrong, yea well what's new?. I could never live up to these standards..
There'll come a day, one day I swear. When you will awake and find me there. Day after day, I think of the day. I'll see you, just see you. . There'll come a night, I know there will.
On the phone I waited for an hour. For you to tell me I'm free. Then I knew there'd never be a winner. Learning to be less like me. . Take me back again.
where does your energy come from. recent events forcing us to form. a new way of thinking and open up a door. to a new generation so. . turn around now, we're in a dead-end street.
(L. Berger). Ooooh-woooo. Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da. Oh-oh-oh, uh-hhm, uh-hhm, ya (ya). Too young for promises. I know, I know you see me as your own.
On a hill far away, stood an old rugged cross. The emblem of suffering and shame. And I love that old cross where the dearest and best. For a world of lost sinners was slain.
Born on a mountain in Tennessee. Greenest state in the land of the free. Raised in the woods so's he knew every tree. He killed him a b'ar when he was only three.
Precious Lord, take my hand, if you know it. Lead me on, [Incomprehensible]. I am tired, I am weak, I am worn. . Through the storm, through the night.
Ocean breathes, life back into you. Fallen trees, structures of our new. Dont you turn your back on the moon. It sees you too. It sees through you, through you.
i'm moving slowly. 'cause i'm not feeling too good today. what was i thinking before i started. drinking yesterday. oh what the hell tomorrow it's only sunday.