Okay, picture this, I'm standing in the world's longest line at Starbucks. You know the one down on, yeah right that one. Anyway, I'm standing there, I'm half asleep, of course no make up on.
There's a man standing on the corner. With a sign saying, 'Will work for food'. You know the man, you see him every morning. The one you never give your money to.
(Chuck Jones/John Kilzer). . Long legged shadows, Mississippi sunset. She was standing like a candle that hadn't been burned yet. The wind was blowing clouds like ashes.
He had a stroke in '95. They thought it best that he reside in a nursing home. His family vowed they'd never leave him. Last time they came to see him was three years ago.
(Sam Tate/Annie Tate/Dan Colehour). . I ain't gonna change better give up hope. I'm one of those guys who'll never be pope. I'd hang myself with a little more rope.
Why is that sad look in your eyes? Why are you crying?. Tell me now, tell me now, tell me why you're feeling this way?. I hate to see you so down. . Oh baby, is it your heart, ooh breakin' all to pieces.
Clothes pin and a king of hearts. Death grip on his handlebars. He said a prayer, "I hope I dont crash". . Its somethin that he had to do. His buddies darin him to turn em loose.
Hello girl, it's been awhile. Guess you'll be glad to know. That I've learned to laugh and smile. Gettin' over you was slow. . They say old lovers can be good friends.
Friday night, a little town. Not much to do but ride around. And listen to the radio real loud. . Hangin' out in cut-off jeans. Watchin' the traffic light blink.
I was the one who let her go. Let her down when I let her know. That our dreams were not the same. I let her walk away. . Without a word, without a fight.
If the world keeps on turning as I'm sure it's bound to do. Then I'll keep on loving you. If the dawn comes tomorrow and we know that it is true. Then I'll keep on loving you.
Eight weeks ago, the night we parted. It's so hard to realize we're through. When we kissed, you said you'll always love me. Now I wonder if you feel the way I do.
What a beautiful thought I am thinking. Concerning the great speckled bird. Remember her name is recorded. On the pages of pure shining gold. . All the other birds flock around her.
They were standing by a window. As the night winds kissed her cheek. And he'd waited long in silence. Waited long for her to speak. . Till at last she murmured sadly.
Why should I feel any different?. Arms have held me indifferently before, why not yours?. Love's touch lives in the shadow. The wind blows and it's there.
Stuck on this fence post, I try His army. But I just can't quite figure out where the clouds turn daze. Trapped in a fools snare, I stumble through the days.
Mom's still in the kitchen while Linda's playing dolls. Dad throws me one more touchdown when my grandmom finally calls. As we say grace for dinner, my eyes closed but I still see.
There's been something I've been trying. To see for sometime now. But I found myself rambling. Through all the wrong words. . I guess I'd known you so long.
There's a farmer into night school. Playing on family sand. There's a lowrider down in Espanyol. And he's tearing up the government's land. . There's a string quartet recital.
Chico says, Man, I see no way. I just can't go back to this bed I made. No more dusk 'til dawn, no more new disguise. No more children's questions I answer with lies.