Say goodbye, my own true lover. As we sing a lover's song. How it breaks my heart to leave you. Now the carnival is gone. . High above, the dawn is waking.
Luck kissed my brow and held me close. Said, ''I can no longer stay. My brother will watch over you. While I'm gone away". . "You two will get on fine," he said.
Now it begins, now that you're gone. Needles and pins, twilight till dawn. Watching that clock till you return. And lighting that torch and watching it burn.
There was a thick set man with frog eyes. Who was standing at the door. And a little bald man with wing-nut ears. Was waiting in the car. . Well, Robert Moore passed the frog-eyed man.
Jazz. [Incomprehensible]. Fire eating drag queens dressed as society whores. Crazy two timing bitches running round [Incomprehensible]. Ghetto blasting blasters, blasting magnificently.
Well, here we are again. Throwing punchlines, no one wins. As the morning sun begins to rise. We're fading fast won't work this out. . No, we're not gonna work this out tonight.
Way up high in the bitter bye-and-bye. With a vision in my brain and cinder in my eye. I gaze into the glass and I feel my body float. And I read a hundred meanings in the letter that you wrote.
This day is the day that we rise or we fall. This night is night that we win or lose all. This time is the time that we wait for awhile. This year is the year that we wait with a smile.
If today were not an endless highway. If tonight were not a crooked trail. If tomorrow weren't such a long time. Then the lonesome would mean nothing to me at all.
In the bright red sky. In the heat of an evening. When only prisoners sleep. She said, she couldn't. Come to the garden. See an old man weep. . She said, her dreams.
You have never tried. To conceal or deny. That this love is my ruin. My peril and trial. All of the promises were nothing but lies. But now that you're here.
Summer was gone and the heat died down. And Autumn reached for her golden crown. I looked behind as I heard a sigh. But this was the time of no reply.
Time has told me. You're a rare, rare find. A troubled cure. For a troubled mind. . And time has told me. Not to ask for more. For someday our ocean. Will find its shore.
Three hours from sundown, Jeremy flies. Hoping to keep the sun from his eyes. East from the city and down to the cave. In search of a master in search of a slave.
Please beware of them that stare. They'll only smile to see you while. Your time away. And once you've seen what they have been. To win the earth just won't seem worth.
If today was not an endless highway. If tonight was not a crooked trail. If tomorrow wasn't such a long time. Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all.
Who can know. The thoughts of Mary Jane. Why she flies. Or goes out in the rain. . Where she's been. And who she's seen. In her journey to the stars. .
One day you'll see her and you'll know what I mean. Take her or leave her she will still be the same. She'll not try to buy you with her time. But nothing's the same, as you will see when she's gone.
I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves.. I keep my lamp lit, to warn the sailors on their way.. . I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past..
I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves.. I keep my lamp lit, to warn the sailors on their way.. . I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past..