I still remember our first December. The warmth of your touch and the spark in your eyes. We took desire and built us a fire. I know it will last us the rest of our lives.
Do I annoy you with my optimism?. Am I an insult to your realism?. I got hope and just a little bit of passion. . And I know both those things have gone right out of fashion.
We've got a good thing going. So we've got to protect it. They say people lose it. When they least expect it. Baby, I know it's true. But I don't worry 'bout us.
Farther than lands you have ever imagined. Deeper than even the oceans of blue. An open horizon is waiting like morning. Waking the dreamer who's living in you.
You can fill my crosswords in with ink. Speak your mind before you think. Wear your shoes inside my house. Wear my clothes and wear me out. . You can lose your head or spill your guts.
The prayers that we pray in foxholes and funerals. The songs that we sing in delivery rooms. The questions we ask when nobody's listening. But the man in the moon.
What will people think? What will people say?. I can't believe these questions scare me so. What's it gonna take to get into the game. What could be the worst scenario?.
Bones will ache, hearts will break. When living takes it toll, tears will fall. Still all is well with my soul. . Storms will come, hide the sun. And leave us numb with cold.
I DONT MIND BEIN STUCK INSIDE WHEN A STORM BLOWS IN. JUST LET THOSE OL DARK CLOUDS KEEPA POURIN RAIN. LET IT EASE ON BY TAKE ITS SLOW SWEET TIME. WOULDNT IT BE NICE IF ITRAINED LIKE THIS EVERYDAY.
I WOKE UP AN HOUR EARLY, PUT ON MY RUNNIN SHOES. OH MAN, ITS BEEN A WHILE, A HALF A MILES ALL I COULD DO. THEN I PULLED A COUPLE WEEDS OUT OF THE CRACKS.
She wants to paint the kitchen pink. And she wants to know what I think. And I say, pink looks good on you. Now she wants to lose a couple of walls. Shine a little light down the hall.
STARIN OUT MY HOTEL WINDOW. HALF A MILLION STRANGERS WALKIN BY. WITH HALF A MILLION DIFFERENT STORIES. WHERE THEYRE GOIN, WHAT THEYVE LEFT BEHIND. AND CATCHING MY REFLECTION SENDS ME BACK IN TIME, IM.
A SPANDEX DRESS AND FISHNET HOSE. IN THE POURING RAIN IT WAS BITTER COLD. THEY FOUND HER THERE LYING IN THE STREET. WHERE SHED BEEN TURNING TRICKS SINCE SEVENTEEN.
The tension in the air is so damn thick. You can cut it with a knife, stir it with a stick. Its like Mississipi mud umm and it gets in your blood. Steams rollin up off a blacktop streak.
Breathin' hot an' heavy. Covered up in sweat. I can feel the rhythm. Poundin' in my chest. The atmosphere's electric. Can't you feel the buzz?. Let's get this party started, yeah.
Isnt she supposed to be in California? Yeah. Man in the mirror said, Boy, I tried to warn ya, yeah. I know theres no one here but me. So why do I still feel her?.
Yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah. . I've been known to walk away. From love before. When it got serious I took off. Runnin' for the door. Made a point not to get hurt anymore.
Last night I had a vission, Things I've never seen,. They were bigger then wishes and better then dreams,. I reached out to touch them, but they slipped through my hands,.
Hey, step aside brother, you're blockin' my view.. But let me pretend I'm talkin' to you,. (Talkin' to you.). 'Cause I'm lookin' at her, an' I like what I see..
It's been two weeks since I've seen my kids. 'Cause my ex-wife won't take my calls. They changed my shift at work. It's getting cold and my shoulder hurts.