Background music: (Huggin' and Lovin' and Kissin' and Squeezin'). . Every day I lie awake. Wondering where you are. I'm missing you but holding her. I wish we were still cool.
Like a candle with a flame. That never dies. Through the good and bad. You've been by my side, my side. . And when the world outside. Is feeling so unkind.
I can't bear to ask the question. When the answer is goodbye. It only adds to my confusion. When you won't tell me why. . And as I sit here on this bar stool.
Telephone talkin' ol' flame in austin. just reminising from out of the blue. no it ain't cheatin' thats what your thinkin'. but i'll bet your baby sees it different than you.
I wanted to make a good impression on this date. So I stopped off and picked these out myself. But I hope you understand that this package in my hand.
Black Niagara. Of control spilling down to culture mock. You can tell me. Feet will land on the ground, safe and walk. . Tripping over gravity. Missing logic.
There are a lot of perfect reasons. To never fight another war. There are a lot of perfect questions. As to whats worth fighting for. There are a lot of perfect fools.
The turning from light to shadows. From burning to indifference. The turning of heart to granite. Of steel hopes to molten fear. . And when it turns on me.
The violinist puts his violin away. Forbidden city broken into tonight. I use my blindfold to dry my tears. The stage is empty and tired of light. . But when I do the fan dance.
I've traveled millions of miles. Hung with good and bad crowds. Been on top, and way down low too. Paid off some long overdues. Held the king and bad news.
Tell me I can change. Tell me I want to. Tell me I can keep it all straight this time. . No wanting you. No secrets and lies. No pulling us out of our well thought out lives.
She's not with you. Now, you think to much about her picking up new questions. You don't know, what you don't know could you never said?. And the quiet doubts about you will gather in your head.
I pull into the driveway. She meets me with a grin. Those little arms swung around my neck. The minute I walked in. Daddy I wrote my abc's. Daddy I drew a tree.
Just when I feel like a night on the town. Old friends haven't seen you around and you seem out of my life. And you walk in on the arm of the new man you found.
When I take a picture of the city, it disappears. It's only a photograph, the city is gone. The places I go are never there. The places I go are never there.
Well, I really look a mess ever since you left I guess. And the grass outside needs mowin'. Laundry's stacked up three foot tall, but I don't even care at all.
I met a girl from Johnson City, man. She's about the prettiest thing in the state. So I went down to the DMV. Was gonna get me some vanity plates. . I told 'em, "She's my everything, she's my dream come true.
She a poet, she's a dancer. Like a prophet, got all the answers. Face like an angel, touch like a healer. Look in her eyes, you know you've got to believe her.
Less skirt and a lot more leg. Down on your knees and beg. Too much city and not enough land. The businessman don't understand. How many can we get on the big square inch?.
Headin north on 101. Blastin Highway 61. I know every song Bob Dylan sung. Yeah this old Mustang still can run. . Southern whiskey and berry wine. but I'm leavin the south pole far behind.