Stabbed me once and shot me twice. Threw me off of the bridge and through the ice. And after all you put me through. It seems our champagne days were few.
Related. . 27 Best Ever Songs From Movie Soundtracks. . Listen To Every Song Of The Summer Since 1958 In Our Ultimate Mega-Mix. . Miley Cyrus Goes Back In Time In New Music Video For 'Younger Now'.
West of her there's a place know. Never have been but I'd like to go. Somewhere out there I believe in me. And West of her is where I'd like to see. West of her there's another place.
Serenade me with rocks, love. No lullabies through the locks love. I locked myself in with the band. But the music's never loud enough. . Decibels in the belfry.
All of a sudden now you're back again. I thought you were happy with whoever or did you dream about me now and then. Did you look up at the stars and feel something for the constellations.
You're a real mean mama but you got a lot of time for me. And I know it ain't common to find your kinda love for free. It's a drag and a sigh and that's not all.
You had your red rain slicker on. Your face was turned up into rain as you watched me. And I was crossing I was crossing. The street like my own Rubicon.
There was a time I had the right key,. Rolled the tumblers, threw the bolt. On every wandering eye I caught. But something has changed it's all wrong.
Pretty Polly, please come on down. From your home home high up off the ground. In the tree dark and forlorn. Where the rope hangs bruised and worn. . Though I'll never fly to you.
This is it my dear old friend. Our paths it seems are at an end for now. Though in time we floated free. We're are pulled by separate gravities to ground.
I close my eyes and it all returns like the spinning of a potter's wheel. Trying to stay ahead a morning as time came running with us. And she beat us to the finish as we ran through the fields.
Pictures on my wall,. Fifteen different colours,. Starting with vermillion-. The first flower of the summer,. And don't think I'll be finished. Till I've begun to understand this,.
So it was that everything. That went to make up everything. Was wrapped up tight inside a grain. Of great insistence. Then someone gave the great command.
Say the west is a story we made up to erase. Conestoga wagons left tracks you can see from space. From the Northwest passage to the Great Divide. Everybody's looking for the other side.
I thought I heard you pulling up outside. It's just the wind whisperin' through the pines. I haven't seen who I'm looking for. Just empty shadows in my open door.
Honey how you gonna make it on your own?. Honey how you gonna make it on your own?. When you wake up in the night. And see the stars just city lights.
How hard for the covers to be pulled by from their slumbers. But a ghost never gives up its sheet, tell me is it the same?. For the rattlin' chains or whatever you wear when you sleep.
He's riding the plains living up to his name. As the next to the last true romantic. He knows that his story is tragic. But he can't rest. Til he's next To you.
Waitin'. I've been waitin'. For the day, the hour, the moment you'd appear. And now just look at you. My man on a horse is here. . Prayin'. I been prayin'.
Wrap your arms around me. And hold me close to your light. I'm too weak for flying tonight. I've been running all nighttime. Trying to hide from the hounds.