Verse: (Barbie Hatch). I met a boy from under the ground. He said, "Girl, won't you come on down. to my way of thinking. California is sinking. It won't be long now".
My mother used to treat me like a fool. Made sure I did my homework and I wasn't late for school. Told me exactly what to wear and how and when to cut my hair.
The whole world is full of people living lives of worry. What's the hurry, who cares?. The whole world is full of people wasting time just thinking. Thinking that they're sinking, who cares?.
Luongo. Copyright 1994 Bitsa Talent Inc.. . Walk across the flaming sand where everyone must go. Seek the cradle of the mountains where winds of wisdom blow.
Entwistle, Luongo, Levi & Townsend (c) 1997. . I've sat and waited for years. Looking for signs to appear-to me. But all I'd see. Was clouded in mystery.
When you're hungry and your stomach's feeling thin. You find the nearest restaurant and walk right in. Says the waiter with a sigh, you're not dressed without a tie.
What are we doing here. Such a long way away from home. We've been away so long. Away so long away from home.. . So what are we doing here. In a place where we have no friends.
I thought we would always be together;. Never be apart.. You said that our love was made in heaven;. And you'd never break my heart.. . But it got hard along the way.
I woke up to find her gone in the misty morning's light. Somewhere before the dawn she had taken flight. Well, you know there ain't no telling. Where that girl might roam.
[Performed with Daniel Rey And Mickey Leight]. . Sitting here thinking of you and I'm waiting for that railroad to go home. Whoah oh oh oh oh. Siting here thinking bout you and I'm waiting for that railroad to go home.
From Willesden to Cricklewood. I tell you the town looked good. Walkin' lonely avenues. Where Rhinestone Cowboys find the blues. . There's people in doin' their thing.
If I could be you. And you could be me. For just one hour. If we could find a way. To get inside. Each other's mind, mmm. If you could see you. Through your eyes.
Mary wears a red dress every night. Her opposites are corner lights. Working for the man who keeps her in her place. Working late. Sister secretary sweats all day.
Telephone is ringing. So I'm pounding on the door. Didn't have a chance. To get up off the floor. Grab a stratacaster. And I put it in my case. Heading out the back.
Standing here at this wishing well. Throwing my one thin dime. Oh to see my west coast belle. Oh well, on good time. . She's a hot little number. And she's in her prime.
Can I go to the place where you are. Wishing that we might have something to start. Least I know there's a place I can find you. I've gone over it so many times.
She was always far away. Got this dream of hers today. Trying to keep them all in play. I get so closed, I'm breaking down. Summer soaked through this whole town.
the rain impinges upon the earth again blissfully. the trees sigh in the wind and sway with distilled purity. stench of relevance permeates the talk of love.
By the bright leaves in the garden of my savior. As the parasol gently shades her. I can't see you when I want to, where I am now. With our old lives left behind us we are new now, oh yea.