Our love's grown older. Seems like its colder. Than the rock on which. I carved your name. . On down the road we walk. In separate shadows. Now there's nowhere else to go.
He's a war baby son of zorro. He's a war baby son of zorro. War baby. Been through momma, the bomb and 'nam. He's a war, he's a war. He's a war. He's a war baby.
Hey, hey. . Baby, youre only a sleeping beauty for a little while. Hoping no prince heats up your day. That you could be lonely all this time is unbelievable.
Midnight hour almost over. Time is running out for the magic pair. I know you gave the best that you have. But one more chance. Couldn't be all that hard to bear.
When the world takes a bite. Left totally in the blur of the last night. Then and now don't make much sense. Twisted souls are the only evidence. . I wonder why I do the things I do.
Well, I've been in some bars. Where they serve it in big silver goblets and pewter and brass. And I've been in some joints. Where they serve it in paper cups and maybe an old water glass.
WHAT A WAY TO GO (Burkey/ oReilly). Eight oclock with a silhouette cigarette. Catching up with the bottom of the bottle. Thinking back to the day we met, soaking wet.
It wasnt obvious at all. I couldnt see it cross the hall. I wouldnt like it if I did. Maybe I did notice it. . I thought you were the surer one. I never thought youd come undone.
(It's all they possess). Some people want to find a place among the rest. (It's all that's left). There's a face. In the windows of the world. There's a voices.
When troubles surround us, when evils come. . The body grows weak and the spirit grows numb. . When these things beset us, He won't forget us. . He sends down His love on the wings of a dove.
White swords of blinding razor light blast round the earth. Validating with immortal strength courage of the brave. From the aftermath of dust and flames resilience soars.
This is my winter song to you. The storm is coming soon, it rolls in from the sea. My voice, a beacon in the night. My words will be your light to carry you to me.
When the children sing. And the snow starts falling. When the sleigh bells ring. Saying Santa's calling. . There's an open fire. And a tree that's glistening.
What Child is this who laid to rest. On Mary's lap is sleeping?. Whom angels greet with anthems sweet. While shepherds watch are keeping. . This is Christ the King.
You never know me 'cause I won't let you in. That's all I am is on the surface. Always concealing what is lying within. Ain't feelin' guilt when there's no purpose.
We three kings of Orient are. Bearing gifts we traverse afar. Field and fountain, moor and mountain. Following yonder star. . Oh, star of wonder, star of light.
Where was I?. When they passed out brains?. Right at the head of the line!. Where was I?. When they passed out talent?. Right up front, getting mine!.
I Have become, I am becoming. And it doesn't become me. The walls in this room, keep closing in on me. You gave me your hand, your photograph. Do you remember, those nights,.
Welcome to Nashville, welcome to Nashville. Welcome to Nashville, welcome to Nashville. Welcome to Nashville, Nashville, Tennessee. . It aint been this bad since Conway had him a perm.