A child like face through a crown of thorns. A child shall lead them a child is born. In a Bethlehem stable where Mary gave birth. In the cradle, the hope of the Earth.
She used to sing on Sunday. (Oh Victory And Jesus). In her robe of spotless white. Mama smiling on the third row. 'Cause she knew her baby?d sing it right.
The doors to the mission open at seven. And the soup will be ready about nine. Right now it's six-thirty, they're ragged and dirty. They're standin' and sittin' and layin' in line.
Love is just a game that everybody plays. And when the game is over not everybody pays. Some play the game to lose, some play the game to win. The winners walk out laughing, the losers cry, deal again.
What will we do now? You tell me. The hourglass is all out of sand. How could love slip through our fingers. And leave nothin' but time on our hands?.
I wandered far away from the place. Where I was born and raised. I suffered through the Oklahoma dry lands. And through New York City's cold and rainy days.
She's a broken lady, waiting to be mended. Like a potter would mend a broken vase. A broken lady, waiting to be mended. And have what's left of the pieces put back in place.
All the gold in California. Is in the bank in the middle of Beverly Hills. In somebody else's name.. So if you're dreamin' about California,. It don't matter at all where you've played before..
I knew a man Bojangles. Always danced with worn out shoes. The silver hair, a ragged shirt. And bare ragged paints. The old soft shoe. He jumps so high.
Someone's written in stones. on your bathroom wall. In your country home. Susan, tons of old. Little you collected from. Little antique stores where. .
Billy built cars that never went nowehere. Only thing working was the dull radio. He sat on the front seat, listening to baseball. Dreaming 'bout places that he'll never go.
There's a rip in the elbow of the left sleeve. And one button doesn't match. You sewed that one on yourself. And at the time it made me laugh. It's frayed on the collar it's so old and faded out blue.
Lyin' on my back in a cornfield back in Kansas. I think I might' a had my first original thought. Just me and miles of sky. And occasional crow flyin' by.
Wouldn't it be cool if all the supermodels tried to look like me. And wouldn't it be cool if someone's character was. something you could see. Wouldn't it be cool if I could fly.
Another lonesome night. Staring at the sky. But I don't help to ease an aching heart. The man up in the moon. Keeps on talking himself blue. And once again I'm left here in the dark.
Close your eyes squeeze them tight. I wish I may, I wish I might. Keep on repeating your little chant. You might believe it but I just can't. . Wish me away, wish me away.
There's an old tear stained, worn King James. Bible on my lap. I can hear mama now say it won't let you down. And it never has. So I turn to the Psalms straight to the one.
I've made you mad as hell heard you yell. But I've never seen you crying. It's clear to us it's serious. We've never been this close to dying. We've gotten way too reckless baby.
I fumbled with a napkin, i had a glass of wine. I was a little early, i had a little time. I sat up at the bar talking to a stranger. It seemed a safe thing to do.
Reasons. We've got a million. To stop taking chances. And start playing it safe. Memories. Of old love can haunt you. I should be scared to death. But I can't walk away.