There is a man, an angry man. working for the IRS. His heart is stone. He lives alone.. He got a blow up doll on his chest. He don't like dogs or kids or laughter.
Do you feel like no one else will ever love you again. And you think you'll be alone forever. And you tried your best for years but you just couldn't make it work.
Written by Michelle Malone (SBS Records 2012). . I'm a plane and you're the sky. Without you I cannot fly. You lift me up and give me a place to land.
My mother said go get the doctor. Your daddy's burnin with fever again. the ink from the presses, the smoke and the stresses. I don't think that he'll see the spring.
You vowed you'd love me 'til the end of time. Then you ran off with an old friend of mine. For once she kept her mouth shut about something. She let you check the oil and try her transmission.
I wish I were like the other girls. With a simple life in a simple world. Marriage, children, picket fence. Speak softly and act demure. But Im not like the other girls.
when I was a kid I thought my daddy was the Marlboro man. he would pick me up in his chevy truck to spend Friday nights with him. he was cool and quiet like Clint Eastwood.
I'm so surprised my head's still wrapping 'round what you confessed. You could have knocked me down, your words threw fists. On your way out you blew a kiss.
Jesus sitting in Alabama waitin on a train. Jesus sitting in Alabama waitin on a train. Got all his possessions in a walmart sack. He got to leave town and cant come back.
Curtains billow in the breeze. Dappled light spills down. Sparrow singing in the tree. "Hush," the leaves say now. . Ive been looking my whole life. to find a place where I felt I belonged.
I feel like a feather blowing in a hurricane. I've lost sight of the point, It all feels like a charade. I'm running a race like a horse whose leg is lame.
Kids they watch everything you do. Kids they grow up to be like you. When your daddy left you standing there. Well, kid then you learned to disappear.
Day 2, What a parade, I don't know what to say. The people come and go all night and day. I feel nothing, and then I laugh or cry til I'm spent. A coaster ride, I'm screaming inside.
If I were a chicken I'd jump right up and crow. Cause youre so finger lickin, I want everyone to know. Keep doin what cha doin, Just keep on a doin what cha doin.
It was a sticky night in June of eighty-five. Down in macon county. . I just turned sixteen I was wild and green. And I was looking around for a party.
Light a candle for all the lonely. Like I used to be so I know. How it feels with no one and only. No sweetheart, nobody to hold. . Where, oh, where is the someone for everyone.
I've been sitting here on your front porch. Waiting like a fool I feel so confused. Nothing much has changed the picture frame's. Still laying in the yard at 14th Street and Mars.
There are about a hundred paths that I could take. It doesn't matter - any way I go is the way I go. And of all the 100 paths that I could take. I could just gather cobwebs, better still like the window sill.
Now she just got here yesterday. Things are pretty hot here now they say. There's a great big change around. . Now all the girls are jealous there's no doubt.