Is it because I cannot see you. That you feel so free to steal. My excess baggage. Full of darkness and despair. While I fumble with my locks. You're content to stand and knock.
I'm thinking of a word that has been. Knocked up and overused. You could say it's lost all meaning. From so much abuse. . But when you say love, oh. But when you say love, oh.
Bring me a white horse for Christmas. We'll ride him through the town. Out into the snowy woods. Where we will both lie down. . Underneath white birches.
You were the hand that I tried to take. You're the decision that I could not make. You're the religion that I should forsake. . You were the story I tried to tell.
It makes a difference. When you walk through a room. With that worrisome smile. Road weary perfume. . But this isn't the place. And it isn't the time.
You take your own sweet time, order us a glass of wine. And wink at all the rich folks in the room. We're gonna pull through, we're gonna pull through.
The saddest songs are the happiest. The hardest truths are the easiest. Put yourself to the test and tell me if you still need me. And I will swallow these words and see if I can still believe.
You look so peaceful sleeping,. You don't know that I'm leaving, but I'm gone.. Well I did my best to beat 'em,. But in my head, the demons said "Move on"..
They kissed goodbye at the terminal gate. She said, "You're gonna be late if you don't go". He held her tight, said, "I'll be alright. I'll call you tonight to let you know".
Thirty-one and six foot even she still looks at me and sees. Her wide eyed boy, six years old reachin' for her hand to hold. She still tells me, "Wipe your feet son, wash your hands, it's time to eat".
That mirror's been lyin' to you. 'Cause my eyes see the same girl I gave my heart to. Where you see time's erosion. I see beauty growin'. But you wonder if I'm still in love with you.
He starts your fire then he cools down. He comes by when he wants you then he stops coming round. You say his love's like nothing else, you never felt so much.
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house,. That don't bother me,. I can take a few tears now and then and just let 'em out,. But I'm not afraid to cry,.
I'm a wildflower by the highway,. Up against the rain. I'm an old man, growing tired,. Getting used to the pain,. . I'm a wildflower in a garden,. Tended everyday,.
Oh, woe is mine. Oh, woe is mine. Dark days a-coming. Lord, woe is mine. . Poor lonesome boy. Poor lonesome boy. Dark days a-coming. Oh, lonesome boy.
We're all gonna die someday lord. We're all gonna die someday. Mama's on pills daddy's over the hill. But we're all gonna die someday. Well it hurts down here on Earth lord.
Gonna trade my wheelbarrow. Gonna trade my wheelbarrow. Gonna trade my wheelbarrow,baby,for a homeless child. . He ain't gonna cry or suffer. He ain't gonna cry or suffer.
Well I am a wayward angel. I don't suffer I don't cry. And late in the night your sleeping. I come to hover by your side. So close your weary weathered eyes.
Well, darling, I'm a coming down old route number sixty-seven.. I just got off the turnpike avoiding the Ohio state inspection.. Johnny law followed me up the road, but then he turned off and he let me go..
A sickroom hush, a holiday glow. Whither thou goest I will go. Whither thou wish inside,. We will follow. . It is to be on one thing only. On the road to God knows where.