Hey World War II boy. Foreboding battlewagon fodder. Forelock missing with your luck. Keeps you up at night. . Mare's moon tangles both your feet. Drags you down helplessly step a fake.
My baby loves to hold me in his arms and gently touch my face. As we lie there close together late at night. In our own special place. It's like I'm driftin' off to heaven when he does that thing that only he.
Say goodbye maybe that's one way to go. Walk away and say it's over call it history. Do I believe we'd better off apart. Can I see my world without you in it.
Say goodbye, maybe that's one way to go. Walk away and say it's over, call it history. Do I believe we'd better off apart?. Can I see my world without you in it?.
Why does the color of my coffee match your eyes. Why do I see you when a stranger passes by. I swear I hear you in the whisper of the wind. I feel you when the sun is dancin' on my skin.
Did you know when you were holdin' me. By that fire in Jackson Hole, that you were gonna let me go. And did you know when we were flyin' home, I was fallin' hard for you.
Last ditch desperado. Tore the temple down down down. Tore it down. Sermon on the mountain. Arrogance of heat & lust. Turn to dust. . Chorus ~. Don't swim where tides go turning.
Somewhere just along that line. He lost control. Singing sirens you ain't no shining star. And everybody said. Hey Mr Wayward Soul. Tell me who the hell do you think you are.
Way out west where the rain don't fall. Got a job with the company. Drilling for oil. Just to make some change. Living and a`working on the land. . I quit my job and I left my wife.
Watch the world turn, it's a slow burn. Smoking in the distant light. See the big sky, see it roll by. Day is turning into night. . All your troubles, dust and rubble.
Went a`walking in the sunshine. About a thousand Brumby ghosts. Hunters bushmen bandits. And fence wire on the posts. Felt that ebony skin. And felt the whole of the ivory coast.
No trouble gone away. Blues-weary lazy day. No way, no way, yeah. . No pressure, big sky. Coco-Cola, my Lai. No way, no way, yeah. . How many pitchers.
No, I can't forget this evening. Or your face as you were leaving. But I guess that's just the way the story goes. You always smile but in your eyes your sorrow shows.
See the stone set in your eyes. See the thorn twist in your side. I wait for you. . Sleight of hand and twist of fate. On a bed of nails she makes me wait.
A hundred miles out of Little Rock. Windshield full of rain. I-40 eastbound drivin while I pray. Shes asleep in the backseat. . Holdin tight to her teddy bear.
First thing he does when he boards the plane. Is slip off that wedding ring and orders a stiff drink. Theres a blond in the window seat. Shes lookin good and smiling sweet.
You look across the table with those guilty eyes. So many mornings now, I shouldn't be surprised. When you lash out at me then you scream out in the night.
Theres a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign. Sitting there by the left turn line. The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze. One leg missing and both hands free.
Don't know what's gotten into you. Must be something in your genes. About this time I was crazy, too. And most times in between. . But I survived to live another day.
[Guillory/LaBrie]. . You think that I'm losing my mind. You think that I'm hopelessly blind. You Think that I'm weak but I'm strong. You think that I'm down but your wrong.