In the heart of the night. In the cool southern rain. There's a full moon in sight. Shinin' down on the Pontchartrain. And the river she rises. Just like she used to do.
Here comes that girl again, sweet as the Southern wind. Dressed in her very best, old lace and calico and. . Chorus:. It looks like love's got a hold on me.
Here it comes, another heartache. Bringing me pain and misery. It's peekin' 'round the bend sayin'. "Hey my friend, sit down, and keep me company.". .
I don't know why the sun don't shine. Just listen to my music all the time. I don't know why people pass me by. Just to sitting here singing my song. .
When I need good lovin. I always come home to you. You free my lifetime of the blues. . Yes, I got that old time feelin. Burnin deep inside my soul. And I am yours and baby, Im home.
Come on all you brothers, come on one and all. Come on get together, it's time to meet the call. You'll see lots of banners, down at City Hall. Lots of pretty girls to make a man feel six foot tall.
You asked me to read this letter. That you wrote the night before. And you really should now better. 'Cause she's worth a whole lot more, brother. . You know you can't run away and hide.
I been thinkin' 'bout a place. Like a dream that tries to show. Can you see it in my face. That it's time again to go. . When I hear her callin' me. From a one way track.
In the firelight. Shinin' bright. Their faces worn and weathered. It's a hard life. An endless flight. From one night to another. Silver moonlight falls.
Friends in the distance, some kind of strangers up close. Lovers of the last dance, we watch that flame burning low. Who's the winner or the loser, it's too dark for me to see.
Sittin' near ya, starin' at ya, saying nothing. Wonderin' if you're really you. And if I'm someone that you could know. Beyond the first hello. . Eyes that search like the morning sun but never finding.
It comes from the backwoods of meadows and memories. Sunshine encasted in honey sweet rhymes. That linger so gently in rustic illusions. To whittle your ears to the sound of the times.
It's not the first time, I've been here before. I've stood in the hallway and stared at the door. My friends say I'm steady, both feet on the ground. But they never see me when she's around.
There are images around us, in everything we see. Some are real and some are fantasy. To the one who sees his vision,. to the child who lives his dreams.
No, no. Please don't go. Take it easy. Move it slow. . Yeah, yeah. Say it ain't so. I got the feelin'. You want me no more. . And you say. You've got to run away.
Ain't it funny how a good day flies - when you're high. Makes you feel you're so together - you don't know why. It's such a difference from days gone by.
Today my First Love has arrived. Did you see her? Did you approve?. What if I asked this of you?. Would everything you'd say be true?. . When I was young I played with toys.
(richie furay/jim messina/rusty young/timothy b. schmit/george grantham). Intrumental.