I know the sun will rise. Just like the stars in the skies. . Hey there busy boy why are you so blue. Walking around in your Armageddon shoes. You say you got nothing,.
I don't need a whole lots of money. I don't need a big fine car. I got everything that one could want. I got more than I could ask for. . I don't have to run around.
Wendy's sittin' next to me. She's trying hard to drink it away. And I feel the rumble of the subway. Beneath the stage. And her eyes are screaming. And her lips are pursed.
Tim he was a good friend. Yea was a brother of mine. We were imaginary comic book superheroes. Kids wasting time. . We were prisoners of our youth. We were growing up strong.
We keep our love in a plain brown box. We keep it tied with a simple lock. We hold it close 'cause it's all we got. We think it's ordinary but it's not.
Say anything, save everything. If we say nothing this love will die. Give me just one word, you can scream or whisper. If you want to stay with me, tell me why.
She's a Blue Ridge cradle. She's a mother to some. And home to the laughter. Of road weary ones. So we'll sing all the old songs. Sing to grandmama road.
Whispered from my heart and soul to my unwilling eyes. Lift my vision from the ground lift it to the sky. Skies they used to be so ugly rain that stings my face.
When you feel locked in and you feel left out. And you don't know if your face fits in the crowd. When you've made mistakes and your conscience shakes.
Hey boy pushin' on your girlfriend. Trying to show her all the pain you feel inside. Yeah and head all scrambled and the love is gone. And you don't know what went wrong.
The rhythm of life. Heaven withstanding and smiling we're all swept away. The rhythm of life. Is not so demanding as some caught in narrows would say.
See love struck Romeo hit the street on a serenade. And hes laying everybody low with a love song that he made. He finds a streetlight, steps out of the shade.
If there's something you need, woman. That you never had. Don't you sit there crying. And feeling bad, no, no, no. . You better get up. Try to understand.
Do I fuel my hunger deprive my dreams. Live my lonely worn out seam. Stitches weary and the scars they leave. I'm the only one deceived. . Please stand clear from the blast.
I tell you my story on VH1. And all of my personal hell. And how my dad beat me and how much he drank. Do you think it'll help my records sell. . Cause I'm the radio star with the cars and the clothes.
Promise of you. It sleeps in the air. The air that I breathe. And I know that it's true. Don't have to convince myself to believe. What secrets sleep in the heart of a man.
Let them in, Peter. For they are very tired. Give them couches where the angels sleep. And light those fires. Let them wake whole again. To brand new dawns.
She walked in, I tipped my hat. She said, "Boy don't you look at me like that". . And I said, "No, you know I got no game". "Oh, but you can love me just the same".
"There's a black girl singin' in the morning before church. Cause she wants things just right. There's a white boy holdin' his head. Cause he stayed out too late last night.
She walked in, I tipped my hat. She said, "Boy don't you look at me like that". . And I said, "No, you know I got no game". "Oh, but you can love me just the same".