I can see the smoke stacks in the distance. And I know that we're almost there. This day has been best at overwhelming me. And these thoughts are running races in my head.
I promise this won't be another song. About being alone but all I feel is regret. And I can't find the nerve. To pick up the telephone. . I was thinking about how it drives me crazy.
We all have our simple ways of killing ourselves and this is yours. Denying it all by covering it up, you were never the best at smiling. So stay up all night, just to say you are tired.
I always tell myself to be patient. But my left hand shakes. Against your new couch. Control of the situation. Fell through my fingers. . I heard her say.
In and out of intersections. In a suburb of St. Louis, Misery. In the back, back seat of your parent's gold Volvo. We waved to passing cars and talked about.
I've got my ticket for long way around. Two bottles of whiskey for the way. And I sure would like some sweet company. And I'm leaving tomorrow, what do you say?.
I've got my ticket for long way 'round. Two bottles of whiskey for the way. And I sure would like some sweet company. And I'm leaving tomorrow, whatdya say?.
I got my ticket for the long way 'round. Two bottle whiskey for the way. And I sure would like some sweet company. And I'm leaving tomorrow, what-do-ya say?.
All of the neighbours went and closed their eagle eyes. Stacked one by one and floor by floor. The halls are empty, nothing left but our goodbyes. Behind a heavy door.
and while you wait the snow will fall again. and while you wait the year will end again. those little scraps of grace are lost so are we find again. and while you wait you'll change your mind again.
Late night. It's your fire to flame. Wanting by any a name. To be her. Be understood. I'd say it. Don't do any good. . All of the times I've told you, I've been the same.
Seven Sundays late for front steps. Sitting warm in the midday block. Little bare feet, dirty forehead. I can see where your train will stop. . At the point of several mountains.
No, it's not her that's calling. It's just me. So settle your jumpy, broken heart. Just thought I'd check in on you. Wanted to see. Are you replaying every sorry part?.
Met you and the days were ours. We've been handed all the moons and stars. And told, "go forth; your future's north. And your own breath will take you far.".
If there's time, I'll meet you by the old trees. We've been handed down the notice of the fall. There is little on the hillside. But we have another chance to see it all.
Call your girlfriend. It's time you had the talk. Give your reasons. Say it's not her fault. But you just met somebody new. . Tell her not to get upset.
I left Chicago with the summer time. as the yawning nights drew to a close. Couldnt get the smell of grass and cheap red wine. out of my mind. Headlights on for it was growing dim.
I was watching you on. the tv screen. you were turning green beneath the sun. Your subtle subtext and your doubtful justice they were. on display for everyone.
Take in one breath take in five. This chair I sit in well Im still alive. They say were grown now but not old enough. They say its instant when you hit that stage.
Into the woods I went. With my two best friends. We would lay in the grass. Over the river came. clouds of gray we got lost in the day. we got lost in the day.