She's trying to define her faith. Like it's some role that she's playing. I tell her, "you remind me of someone else...". But who it is I'm not saying "hear me out," she says,.
Politician and a stewardess. Underneath the monuments and the moon. He talked of national security. She talked of Paris in June. . (chorus). The lucky ones if they're out tonight.
I go out walking after midnight. In the moonlight. Just like we used to do. I'm always walking after midnight. Searching for you. I walk for miles. Out on the highway.
It's been a long, cold, cold night. It's three in the morning. And I'm driving. With one broken headlight. On the radio storm warnings. And I'm calling just to tell you.
It's a snowy night, the cops shut down the freeway. Big men in plows are out carving up the streets. Below them, jammed on a subway,. I'm with two hundred over-dressed strangers.
I get a call from vance he's an old friend. He's got some you-won't-believe-story to share. He's the place that I go when I need someone who knows me.
Sandy has seen a tornado more times than she's seen the grateful dead.... She lives in oklahoma,. Where the storms come prairie fed,. And the numbers keep on mounting,.
I've been avoiding the circus. Afraid the trapeze might fall down. You say the fall will not hurt us. 'cause the net stands apart from the ground.... .
I found you sitting on a suitcase crying. Beneath my feet I feel the rumble of a subway train. And I laugh out loud. ëcause it's the one thing I hadn't been trying.
Doot doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo....doooooo. Doot doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo....doooooo. . It was like a hummingbird flew through the air between us.
In the city by the river. A man is standing on a bridge. His eyes to heaven to the forgiver. Who flips the coins on who should live. . A naked lightbulb in the corner.
I'm a one man line at the twenty four hour store. I'm in a town that reminds me of my home town streets. I roamed the Isles a thousand miles from what I was looking for.
Pop the cork, a champagne glass. Raise to the future, drink to the past. Thank the Lord for the friends he cast. In the play he wrote for you. . And if you love the girl, man, light up a torch.
You grew up thinking you knew her. Nothing could keep you apart. You remember nothing peculiar. She always spoke from the heart. . You took your parents' religion.
Seven times I traced your number. Just one finger to your voice. Seven times I put the receiver down. Seven times I tried to write you. But I cannot make your choice.
I tried to frame my own self portrait. Into a three-minute one-act play. But I'm a carnival of voices. It's hard to pin me down that way. Without my subconscious saying.
She comes to my bed like a whisper. Slips in the sheet like a ghost. Says to my ear "hey mister,. You need to take this girl to the coast. . I need to kick my feet up in the ocean.
Carrie's a cold one, colder than the winter sun. I should warn you, you better dress for it. And I'm not the only one that thinks so. Beauty is skin deep, and yes, she is thick-skinned.
I hold my breath, I'm on the edge. Storming hills, I've been lost and found. I hope they're coming, I can hear them running. . I once met peace, he said that he.
I got laid off, it's Monday. And I'm calling to tell you. It don't sit with me well. I feel like I failed you. You say, "We got each other,. And that's plenty enough...".