Everybody's movin', movin' across the town,. The skyline grows and the cut of the clothes,. Is enough to turn you around.. Oh, oh the future is just an hour away,.
All is well, I've made my peace where highways never end. Yesterday's a memory, today is just a friend. For the mountains and Maryann are calling me again.
She is my flower. And she blooms for the one who loves her best. The miners stop to watch as she walks. They know her love is not for sale. She will never fail me 'cause I know.
Pretty faces everywhere. A few hard cases stop and stare. They've got charm that is not right. Pretty faces late at night. . Morning Glory what's the story?.
Mister Rock of Ages, you got time on your hands. Got no worries, got no plans. Bless my soul, now you're doin' fine. You ain't got no axe to grind. . Rock of Ages, tell me where does it stand.
The minstrel of the dawn is here. To make you laugh and bend your ear. Up the steps you'll hear him climb. All full of thoughts, all full of rhymes. .
Never had much to say, he traveled alone with no friends. Like a shadowy ghost at dawn he came and he went. Through the woodland swiftly gliding, to the young maid he came gliding.
Busted flat in Baton Rouge. Headin' for the train. Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down. Just before it rained. Took us all away to New Orleans.
Finders, keepers, losers, weepers. Ring around the rosy and I'll catch you if I can. But if you don't say, "May I", then you'll have to start again. But first you must indulge me and count from one to ten.
Now have you seen the lighthouse shining from the rock. For the ship Marie Christine and all her gallant lot. Now have you seen the lighthouse, oh we are close to land.
Mama said see it through. Don't let the night put the bite on you. Take your time make your plan. Mama said son be your own best man. . Mama said play it straight do what you like only do it up right.
Some life I've been livin' like a song in the night. Good sounds every moment, good news and bright lights. Anytime I get lonesome, I just got to do things right.
It is said that all the good things. Must come to him who can pretend. He doesn't have to wait. . For as surely as the light of day. Must come to drive the night away.
Love and maple syrup goes together. Like the sticky winds of winter. When they meet. When lonely lovers come to rest. Beneath the trees they do their best.
Looking at the rain. Feeling the pain. Of love lost running though. My brain. Looking at the wind. Watching it spin. The leaves along the street. You win.
From the railhead to the boatyard. From the factory to the farm. From the mine to the mill yard. I've weathered the storm. . From the bar room to the bedpost.
That long thin dawn, that long thin dawn is coming on again. . I've seen the hills of Frisco and the streets of Montreal. In every town I've been to I've had someone to call.
Where the long river flows it flows by my window. Where the tall timber grows, it grows 'round my door. Where the mountain meets the sky and the white clouds fly.
I was in some timeless space. Timeless face of my embrace. Held empty air and empty space. All on a sunny day. . She lived by the bounding main. To Baltimore I took a plane.
These are just the simple facts, I will relate to you. Though they are not connected, each and every one is true. If they seem a bit untidy, well, unraveling them is fun.