When you're out there lying in the sun. He's the one who keeps his clothing on. You'd never know him on a train or a bus. 'cos he looks just like the rest of us.
Sometimes it feels like you will never win. Just when you're ready to pack it all in. You tear it all down and start over again. . But I'm not down for the first time.
With me in the valley, you out on the hill. I can just see you if I close my eyes. Climbing those mountains, I picture you still. I see your smile just as I see the sunrise.
The barrel shot lead into me. Now all can taste is the bullet. A shot hole in my vanity. And I cant find a place to put it. . Well, you look like my type so get in line.
Arteries flexing as your heart beats hard. Down through your temples. To your wrist and palm, clenched hard. . Stride down the catwalk preaching patience.
You take a final look around. And then you put your house key down. Upon the table by the note. You take your handbag and your coat. You don't want too much to carry.
The scratching of paper and pen reminds me. Of a song I wrote two years back. I remember each and every line like a photo. Glued to the lids of my eyes.
I want to tell you something. It's not a secret or anything. You're not alone in being alone. At the end of a perfect day. . And if you leave all your dependents.
Ambulance sirens. And men in white. I feel you squeeze my hand. Your grip is tight. . After I'll fall asleep. I'll leave this place. But I will be back here soon.
In more street where I did dwell. A butcher boy I loved right well. He courted me my life away. And now with me he will not stay. . I wish, I wish, I wish in vain.
Don't tell me the story of your life. I've heard too much already. You said you've got problems with your wife. I'd say the problem's you. 'cause you never grew up.
Why'd you never listen to me?. I could be invisible to you. Anyway it doesn't matter now. 'Cause I have met somebody new. . Sorry if your heart is broken.
He's my boyfriend but he treats me so mean and so cruel. He's always fighting the kids in my class after school. Mama told my papa I can't see him no more.
I've been away so long. Fought a war that's come and gone. Doesn't anybody know my name?. Doesn't anybody know his name?. . My sister's up and wed and mama's took to bed.
Where are you going. My little one, little one?. Where are you going. My baby, my own?. . Turn around and you're two. Turn around and you're four. Turn around and you're a young girl.
Try to remember the kind of September. When life was slow and oh, so, mellow. Try to remember the kind of September. When grass was green and grain so yellow.
Bob Dylan. . 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..
Throughout history there have been many songs. Written about the eternal triangle. This next one tells the story of a Mr. Grayson,. A beautiful woman, and a condemned man named Tom Dooley.
Bob Gibson. . I started on a journey about a year ago to a little town called Morrow in the State of Ohio.. I've never been much of a traveler, and I really didn't know that Morrow was the hardest place I'd ever try to go..
You've got a hunger in your heart. You've got a thirst within your soul. I'm gonna say. "Don't wait for another day, get to be redeemed". . If your days are dark and your night times are worse.