Mornin rain keeps on fallin. Like the tears that fall from my eyes. Oh, as I sit, as I sit in my room staring out at the gloom. Its the rain, its the same old blues.
(michael kaeshammer / damian graham). Feelin' kinda lonely. I know I'm not the only one. Who wants to turn on the lights. I'm with my same old, same old.
I come in last night about half past ten,. That baby of mine wouldn't let me in.. So move it on over. Rock it on over.. Move over little dog, a mean, old dog is movin' in..
I got a girl. She looks somethin' like a kangaroo. I got a girl. She looks somethin' like a kangaroo. But I love her so much. There nothin' in this world she couldn't do.
It brings a tear. Into my eyes. When I begin. To realize. . I've cried so much. Since you've been gone. I guess I'm drowning in my own tears. . I sit and cry.
Usin' the phone booth. Makin' a few calls. Doodlin' weird things. Usin' the booth walls, yeah. . Got me a big date. Waitin' for my chap. A-puttin' his fine on.
When your baby leaves. Leaves you all alone. And nobody calls you on the phone. Don't you feel like cryin'. Don't you feel like cryin'. Well here I am honey.
I can hear the wind blowing in my mind. Just the way it used to do through the Georgia pines. And you were there to answer when I called. You and me, Lord knows, we had it all.
Night and stars above that shine so bright. The mystery of their fading light. That shines upon our caravan. . Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep. Across the sands so I may keep.
Blue skies, smilin' at me. Nothin' but blues skies do I see. Bluebirds singing a song. Nothin' but bluebirds all day long. . Never saw the sun shinin' so bright.
Basin Street, Basin Street. That's the place where my friends all meet. Down in New Orleans, in that land of dreams. And you don't know how nice it seems.
Left New York this morning early. Traveling south, so wide and high. Sailing through the wide blue yonder. It's that Airmail Special on the fly. . Listen to the motors humming.
Must I memorize a book. To be considered wise. When I can look into your eyes?. . Literature is such a bore. And mathematics too. I'd much prefer to learn about you.
You go to my head and you linger. Like a haunting refrain. And I find you spinning 'round in my brain. Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne. . You go to my head like a sip.
In the evening when the kettle's on for tea. An old familiar feeling settles over me. And it's your face I see and I believe that you are there. . In the garden when I stop to touch a rose.
We kiss in the shadow, we hide from the moon. Our meetings are few and over too soon. We speak in a whisper, afraid to be heard. When people are near, we speak not a word.
Though the world has grown cold. We can vanish the chill. We can order the present to vanish at will. . We can darken the room, we can start the machine.
There will be rainbows, there will be sunsets. And there'll be parties and fireworks and music enough to dance. And there'll be chances to take, money to make.
I'd like to get away, honey. Somewhere alone with you. It could be oh, so gay, honey. You need a laugh or two. . A certain place I know, darling. Where funny people can have fun.
Once a lonely caterpillar sat and cried. To a sympathetic beetle by his side. "I've got nobody to hug. I'm such an ugly bug". . Then a spider and a dragon fly replied.