As the sun hides his head. For another night's rest. And the wind sings. His same old song. And you on the edge. Never close, never far. Always there when I needed a friend.
I WAS BORN IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA SAND. TO A GYPSY MOTHER AND A GUITAR-PLAYING MAN (OH YEAH). RAISED INSIDE THE AMERICAN DREAM. DESERT PARTIES, HAD IT ALL, SO IT SEEMED (HELL YEAH).
If she wanted the world. To be a happier place. She'd stop at least one tear. From rolling down my face. She'd think about me. Maybe pick up the phone.
Four in the morning. Came without a warning. Everybody's got a place to be. I got holes in my conscience. Shot with a vengeance. I must have been a fool not to see.
Faces, pictures on the wall. Do you sleep at all when you sleep?. Faces, burning in your mind. Faces. . She's trapped inside her own world. And I'm trying to get in.
He wears his trousers real tight. And his skin is so white. He lives beyond his means. He wear Italian shoes. That are used to good news. They walk behind the scenes.
Ooh, it's been a long time, girl. Time has been a friend to you. Have you had it with your seesaw world. Yeah, I've had it with the same world, too.. Ain't no friend of mine.....oh, no.
It ain't the way you move. It ain't the way that you move me. Oh no. . It ain't the way you shake. It ain't the way that you shake me. Oh no. . It's been 25 years.
I use to be such an angry old man. That man don't live here any more. I use to wake up and daze with my face on the floor. That man don't love here any more.
Come over late, got your hands on my face. Candy, don't you see what you're doing. Oh, I lie awake another night put to waste. It's a shame you got me coming and going.
Looking down the road where I've been. Can anything last forever. Still I take my chances. Looking for the answers. I need somebody oh. I think I'm falling for love.
Come over late, got your hands on my face. Candy, don't you see what you're doing. Oh, I lie awake another night put to waste. It's a shame you got me coming and going.
Chasing the spotlight. It's all part of the game. I've been to so many places. And they all look the same. I rock for my money. Some say it's a suicide game.
I hear a voice inside my head. I don't want to hear it again. See your face inside my head. I don't want to see it again. . You say that love is everything.
I hear your voice over the sound of the city. I hear you call my name. And I hear that now you spend your life feeling pity. But who am I to blame. I see that some things never change.
Out of work, I'm out of school. Guess, things ain't looking so bright. I got holes in the knees of my Levi jeans. But the rest of me is dynamite. . On the radio, the guy says come on.
Gotta pull me out. Of this rut I'm in. I've got to see the light. Before it gets too dim. . To face it is the only way. To fight and stay ahead. Of the games that we play.
Living alone in her own little room. In her own little world, oh yeah. Walking alone down her own little street. While the city's asleep, oh yeah. Nobody knows her.
Promises, promises step inside my head. This is the way things are done around here. Wake up, wake up, get up out of bed. I hear it's been a little crowded in there.
Here I am, my heart in a sling. Holding on to memories. Wondering what might've been. . There you are, lost in a dream. So full of life yet lonliness.