It's knowing that your door is always open. And your path is free to walk. That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag. Rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
What if someone said you couldn't say I love you. What if someone said you couldn't say your say. And wouldn't it be foolish if somewhere there was a rule.
Some folks like the summertime when they can walk about. Strolling through the meadow green, it's fun there's no doubt. But give me the wintertime when snow falls all around.
Look at you you're cryin' lonesome plain to see. But don't feel bad If you think you feel lonesome feel of me. I got lots of heartaches and all that misery.
One time a long time ago on a mountain in Switzerland yolololo. There lived a fair young maiden lovely but lonely yohohoho. Day by the day she'd pine her heart away yololololadylay cause no love came her way.
Everybody's talkin' at me. I don't hear a word they're sayin'. Only the echoes of my mind. . People stopping, staring. I can't see their faces. Only the shadows of their eyes.
Every which-a-way I go. And every which-a-way I turn, I seem to be. Lookin' for a love I never, never find. Fightin' back pain and misery. . One day my love run away.
England swings like a pendulum do. Bobbies on bicycles, two by two. Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben. The rosy-red cheeks of the little children.
Engine, Engine No. 9, coming down the railroad line. How much farther back did she get off?. Old brown suitcase that she carried, I've looked for it everywhere, it.
Engine, engine number nine. Comin' down the railroad line. How much farther back did she get off?. Old brown suitcase that she carried. I've looked for it everywhere, it.
Engine, engine number nine,. Comin down the railroad line,. How much farther back did she get off?. Old brown suitcase that she carried,. I've looked for it everywhere, it.
l laughed it off when she left, l said she'd come back again. Don't we all have the right to be wrong now and then. . She won't come home, says her love will never be mine again.
l laughed it off when she left. l said she'd come back again. Don't we all have the right. To be wrong now and then. . She won't come home. She says her love will never be mine again.
I hear tell you're doin' well. Good thing have come to you. I wish I had your happiness. And you had a do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka-do.
DO YOU WANNA GO TO HEAVEN. FROM BROADWAY MUSICAL "BIG RIVER". Writer Roger Miller. . Looka Huck, do you wanna go to heaven. Do you wanna go to Heaven.
Disco man dressed in white. Ladies on the left and ladies on the right. Drives a T-bar top car all around the town. Disco man sure gets around. . Disco man you'll go far.
Dear heart, wish you were here to warm this night. Dear heart, it seems like a year since you went out of my sight. A single room, a table for one, it's a lonesome town, alright.
She watches the soaps and pins all her hopes and her dreams. She lets her mind drift with the scripts that unfold on the screen. . She can't live like they live but each day she sits there and tries.
I was the words and you were the music. We were a song, sung out of tune. There is a light that brightens the night-time. Ah but there's a dark side of the moon.
See the ruin on the hill where the smoke is hanging still. Like an echo of an age long forgotten. There's a story of a home crushed beneath those blackened stones.