I've been with senoritas'. in the fields of Idaho. potato chips. that go so well with beer. and I've traveled well on winding roads that only I will know.
It seems the smile on your face. preceded my arrival. lost without a race. it couldn't cross the line. lost without a cause. well I guess I'll read my bible.
You spend your love respecting. an image in your mind. a standing. still life photograph. that's left unchanged by time. and though I may now. fit the frame.
I've been traveling a long hard road. That keeps me from the city. Idealistic. They think I'm a mystic. The woods aren't all that pretty. . But I can't choose between the two.
Our Mr. Wood. Was searching for the pleasure. His only way to measure. What he understood. If only he could. He'd settle right down. His feet on the ground.
You've been running in circles. Re-living days you ought to forget. Cause I've been on a sentimental journey or two. I haven't recovered yet. . Anything you can remember.
Every Person That's alive. Has Someone They Can Love. But People Often Hurry. Give Fate a Little Shove. . And End Up Feeling Badly. About The Choice They've Made.
I'm in luck it seems. and I'm not feeling lonely. forgetting crazy schemes that left me on the floor. well I never liked long goodbyes. so I'm giving it one more try.
In a land of Use and User. disneyland. and mother gooser. there's a night. you have to fight. . Why don't you wake up to see. reality?. . Games we play.
I've had my share. of life's disappointments. good reasons why. I might complain. about the chance. that I wasn't given. keeping my head in out of the rain.
I often think about you. and hope your doing well. I don't know why I'm calling. there isn't much to tell. for the things that really mattered. have all been pushed aside.
I've got an open mind. about mistakes I've made. can't fret about a losing hand. after it's been played. But one night I was dealing hard. and threw my queen away.
I've been a rambler and a street fighting man. I've been a gambler betting all that I am. I've been a soldier of fortune and sand. now I'm a member. in a Gold Wedding Band.
"CHORUS". . It's a sick old world. and it's getting to be chronic. if you want to make it better. down another gin & tonic. down another. ha ha ha. gin & tonic.
I'm trying to be foot loose. With no ropes to tie me down. But when I get the chance to leave. I want to stay in town. . And it's the same old story again.
I told you long ago. That I wouldn't love you. And you agreed at the time. Saying you were in need of a friend. Not a lover. And not a man with strings.
Everything In the world. Is beginning To Look so bad. People Only going Through the motions. It's really Kind of sad. To see a friend That should be Having Fun.
If a girl would sit beside me. I'd be glad to take her home. To meet the folks. To tell some jokes. Then never be alone. We'd raise ourselves a family.
Dear Jeanne,. . It's been two years since we met. For the first time. And I asked about your age. You lied nineteen. . But I didn't really care. It was nice to have you there.
I spend my day alone. Just waiting for its fall. The seasons of a dreamer. The shadows on the wall. When that Autumn wind. Will blow away. The light that doesn't show.