I wouldn't let them hurt you, I wouldn't let them scream. You'd listen to my stories,. And got back to your dreams. . Stayed down on first floor. Laid low with me.
I down this bottle of wine,. I don't know how to feel but. I don't mind the buzz. As the night moves slow you. look more and more like someone I could.
You smoke a lot. Down that hill is a where you're dropped. And your mama's saying "no, no, no, no, no, no". And your daddy's saying "no, no, no, no, no, no".
I said I said I said. I would cater to your ego and fold my hands in. prayer for your religion. if you would love me and walk me every day. . You said, you said, you said..
November came down hard this year. And I saw you standing clear of the rain. Falling free but I was ready to finally come clean. . Observe me in my circus show.
Tell me words, said too much again. You think I would learn by now. And when I heard you, it just tears me all to bits. You think I would learn by now.
Ive been keeping busy since weve said goodbye. But all I do is think about you. The days are quick, the nights are long. I feel them tick, I watch them crawl.
27th wagon, full of cotton. Was parked outside my chicken shack door. I kept my crib covered up in satin. In case my baby came around for more. . Now I feel, Daddy, somethin's not the same.
You send me color. Pulled through the needle of you. Torn up I'm wearing it. What I wouldn't give. . To change the weather around you. I'm never cold.
The horse life, open on the fields. And this boy's life, pocket full of eels. I remember him, I remember him. Muddy boots and, oh, so easy with our sin.
T, me vuelves a extraar, y luego a navegar. Por dentro de mi cuerpo, yo quiero ms. T, que sabes encontrar, y dar con el lugar. . Donde yo siento tus manos, tu pelo.
Tomame o dejame. Pero no me pidas que te crea mas. Cuando llegas tarde a casa no tienes porque inventar. Pues tu ropa huele a lea de otro hogar. . Tomame o dejame.
I'm Stripped Down To Bone Again. and the scene is cold. drifted into...a place that i don't belong. . these eyes in the mirror are unrecoginable. . and if you could bring me back.
TIMOTHY GONE. . Words and Music by Margo Guryan. . I woke up in the mornin'. And there was Timothy gone. He didn't give me warnin'. Oh where has Timothy gone.
THOUGHTS. . Words and Music by Margo Guryan. . Meeting you. Holding hands. Making love. No demands. Playing games. Lying too. Growing bored (ho-hum). And leaving you.
THINK OF RAIN. . Words and Music by Margo Guryan. . If you should think of leaving me. Think of rain. And think of yesterday again. . Think of rain. Think of holding hands and running for cover.
THE HUM. . Words and Music by Margo Guryan. . The heat is down and the lights are low. The East is buried in an icy snow. The West is following crisis rules.