Speak, speak your mind. Your always telling me I need to open mine. And wait, wait your turn. Then shut me out cause you've got nothing left to learn.
I think I'm gonna stay home. Have myself a home life. Sitting in the slow-mo. And listening to the daylight. I am not a nomad. I am not a rocket man. I was born a housecat.
I hate to see you cry. Lying there in that position. There's things you need to hear. So turn off your tears and listen. . Pain throws your heart to the ground.
Lightning strikes. Inside, my chest to keep me up at night. Dream of ways. . To make you understand my pain. Clouds of sulfur in the air. . Bombs are falling everywhere.
check your pulse. its proof that you're not listening to. the call your life's been issuing you. the rhythm of a line of idle days. . scared of the world outside you should go explore.
I was born in the arms of imaginary friends. Free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I've been. Then you come on crashing in. Like the realest thing.
Gravity is working against me. And gravity wants to bring me down. . Oh I'll never know what makes this man. With all the love that his heart can stand.
"Gravity". . I got dreams, dreams to remember. I got dreams, dre-e-e-ams to remember. I got dreams, oh-woh-woh-woh-woh i got dreams. I got dreams, to remember, to remember.
I'm a lazy lover. Undercover. Wasting time. Then one day this summer. I changed my number. To cut my line. . Good love is on the way. I been lonely but I know, I'll be ok.
(Spoken). Matt Mangano: I like to eat an orange with George Malacorange. . I like to eat an orange. with my friend George Malacorange. I like to eat an orange.
Fold me up. Take me out. I'm portable. Fold me up. Take me out. I'm portable. . I'm here on the road. I seem to have it all. We bolt it to the floor. Or we tape it to the wall.
Now that we are over as the loving kind. We'll be dreaming ways to keep the good alive. Only when we want is not a compromise. I'd be pouring tears into your drying eyes.
That autumn leaves fall dry and sweet. Tells me everything is not broken. No everything is not broken. If everything's not fine. If everything's not fine.
She's a good girl, loves her mamma. Loves Jesus and America too. She's a good girl, crazy bout Elvis. Loves horses and her boyfriend too, yeh yeh.... .
Freshman year mama asked waht do you wanna. do when you get out of here.. i said well gee, i'm only 13, but i think i'd like to play my guitar. be a star.
everyday. everyday i have the blues. se everyday. everyday i have the blues. when you see me worried baby. it's you i hate to lose. . nobody loves me.
Young and full of running. tell me where is that taking me?. just a great figure eight. or a tiny infinity?. . love is really nothing. but a dream that keeps waking me.
When you're dreaming with a broken heart. The waking up is the hardest part. You roll outta bed and down onto your knees. And for a moment you can hardly breathe.
Distance is the reason she and me don't really talk no more. It's written on my ticket information on the freezer door. Me, I'm not sorry I got what came coming for me.
It's just the strangest thing. I've seen your face somewhere. An early evening dream. A past-life love affair. . Do you know me at all?. Do you know me at all?.