It's all right. Life's struggle's gone. You're understood. And you can stop the fight. You will go to the sea. Leave & take your flight. . I will stay at home.
These are not my people, I should never have come here. The chick with a dick and the gift for the gab. I know a place, I've seen the face. And I'll take the coast from factory to factory.
Far away. In some lovely way I hear your call. Whatever happened to them all?. Whatever happened to us all?. . I know that we've never met before. But that was then, and now I need you more.
Get in the car we're late for the gig. But don't go too fast it's been snowin' since 10 am. We never will be this free again. Just over the bridge, crossin' the Gatineau.
There's a door. Handle's cold. Made of iron & brass. And this door it used to lead. Into what is now my past. If you were to have opened this door. It would have lead you on to a floor.
I do most everything wrong. Even on the day you were born. My husband's been lying and cheating. And I turn my cheek and reason. I change my tune everyday.
Summer comes and rain falls away. But the very next day it seems. The snow comes to stay. . And you too will go just like the dog days do. I'll put on my hat, my gloves, my scarf.
You're comin' tonight. To my hometown. I've been to yours many times before. And it's always been a thrill. . You'll stay in a hotel. Or at friends near by.
Bring back my heart. You can't have it. It is mine. You can't have it. . I know I said. For you to take it. But you don't use it. And I got none in return.
Pack up all my cares & woes. Feeling low, here I go. Bye bye, Blackbird. . Where somebody waits for me. Sugar's sweet, so is she. Bye bye, Blackbird. .
Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore. And I'm young and I'm strong. But I feel old and tired, over fired. . And I've been poked and stoked. It's all smoke, there's no more fire, only desire.
Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore. And I'm young and I'm strong. But I feel old and tired. Over fired. . And I've been poked and stoked. It's all smoke, there's no more fire.
Got your hand up all in my shirt. And you know that it hurts. Ball and chain, my ball and chain. . Crossing the street you look so fine. Making up everything that's in my mind.
There are days, when the cage. Doesn't seem to open very wide at all. There are others that would shock, the most indiscriminate lovers of all. My heart was made for bleeding all over you.
Where've you been these days?. I thought I saw you underneath the vines. I look for you there. Makes more sense than looking to the sky. . I see they've cut your hair and grown between your eyes.
Oh, every morning I wake up. Happy for the first time. I know, I know, I know, I know, I know. It's in vain because you're in pain most of the time. .
Baby love. Baby love is what we've got. Baby love. Baby love is what we've got. . No good poetry coming from my mouth. No neat chords ringing out, ringing out, ringing on my guitar.
Adieu mon coeur. On te jette au malheur. Tu n'auras pas mes yeux. pour mourir. Adieu mon coeur. Les echos du bonheur. Font les chants tristes. Autant qu'un repentir.
When you are gone I'll cry. When you are gone I'll cry. But until then I'll crack a smile. I'll stay dry for as long as I can. . Oh baby, you've got a way with me.
Left the pain before the dawn. She never thought it would or could be easy. Been inclined to carry on. Hold my hard head. And watch you walk out on me.