Godspeed. Watch the weaver weave. Watch the blanket fall upon the lap of the trees. Watch it as the master puts the moon upon his locks. Dancing on the mountain make the whole world rock.
Walking on glass. Walking on stone. When you're walking. Sometimes walking alone. Put your heart out. And reach for the top. Keep moving, don't ever stop.
Time is up, I don't know where you are. Sands run down, I can't see that far. Are you shot straight back into another star. Where your mouth it moves, but the words don't come.
She says think you're the only one who's had it rough. And the sky over you is the only one. That's not bright enough. Well some habits are hard to kick.
Junkyard pilot and his sidekick derelict. Blactop halle bop microbus news do you get it?. Dialect comes so slick that you can't predict the news. Water it down like butternut blues.
You talks as if in riddles. You talk as if in rhymes. Down in the lion's lair. Stroke yourself to feel so fine. And what are you afraid of. Afraid to get so touched.
I find it hard to imagine. This world without guns and wars. When we have our own private battles. Our own bashing and slamming of doors. What makes us want to hurt each other.
There is always some excuse. For your air of sad abuse. But when the table's turned. Holding it out, don't you ever learn?. . I won't be a whipping boy.
Waiting by the shoreline. In Somalia for your reply. I need you to come see me. That's no lie. The guns are getting closer. The sweat pours like dew. That fell from the trees in Tripoli.
Come sit by the fireside. With me baby. Melt into the dawn. With me girl. . Let yourself flow. Like a river to the sea. Together we'll grow. Just like a willow tree.
Mass communication now. Cleans across the nation, it's on. Mass ill iteration God. We need a little concentration. It's on. . What's in you, what's in you.
I walked by the west Canadian shore. Where I was born beneath the sky,. Staggered by and by, I cried,. Realizing I was once blind. . I felt the wind blow in from the sea,.
I lost my job in the darkest place. I'm going to get back up. I'm gonna clean my face. And take that longest ride. I talked to the man with the busy pen.
We live out here in the desert. Where time stands still in the face of our foolish pride. We trade our love for ambition. And tell each other we'll get it on back in time.
Me and all my friends, we go out to eat. When the party ends, yeah. Let our stories pour, in our coffee cups. Then we ditch the check. . We're the reckless hearts, with lucky stars.
I've been staying awake in the front seat for days. Let the wheel turn and take me away. Oh, the truth I must tell. Is I'm lonely as hell. Still looking for myself.
Do you remember?. Back when, we fell in love in your best friends basement. Spun the bottle and hoped it would land on you. Thought we were cool, listening to Zeppelin.
We are the last one's standing at the after party. And I want to take off your clothes like we just got married. So come on, run through the streets singing, "No Surrender".
Where is the sun?. It's been so long, this headache, these sad songs. This heartache's been sewn on your skin. What is the price that you're after?. You look up for answers.
We were right there in the desert. I was seventeen years old. We were talking 'bout the future. All the places we would go. . Swore we'd start a revolution.