This story ends. In Bloodshed. The face I love. The city I'm from. The persons I've met. The persons I've let down. But a hero never turns around. . It's nice to see you're moving on.
Dream, chasing. You followed the sun across. Mountains and oceans and. Cities. And small towns. . Stopped in, some place. They're glad they've met you.
The timing's right and the light is soft. We've come from far and we came here lost. We're moving east, we're rolling through. If you believe in me I'll believe in you.
I'd firewalk. Through Dinosaur Hell. To keep your hopes up. And hold your head. . And I'd halo the harpoons. That hail through your soul. . Sign off the world.
...and how your heatwave ran. Through our snow black fields. And we dropped our young. To a ragtime feel. . And it's been ten long weeks. And there's still no word.
Brains on a brick wall. When gender bombs, they fall. The sordid way her loaded phrases. Infiltrate your skull. . The images are strong. Impulses are strong.
And you don't seem to miss me. And you're eyes sag. So don't make a goddamn sound. I'm coming to your town. . I will destroy you. Your soul impedes on mine.
Strange like skin. That I believe in. It stretches over bone. And smells like honey on the wind. All so strange. I can't remember. Where the heartache ends.
I wear the smile, I wear the laugh. I'm in the backstage changing heads. I am a weekday on weekends. I hate my best friends. . Spoken, choked-up, punk man holds this hot drones 's, try and act adult.
We ride through. These plains of hurt. Through the Southern breathing rock. On a rail road of knots. And theres blood on the lines. Of every page I turn.
I've doubled my pace. For half of your smile. I'm tiger-posed. I'm doggy-bagged. Crime or offense. Don't make you cry. I love your heart. I've combed your eyes.
So what do I say? So what can I say?. . The cards out on the table, Allison. . And I asked which, which version. She lied and said she was a version. .
I stumble out of a night club thinking,. "Animals and insects don't do drugs.". I think I'll go out and act like I'm celibate. Jingle bells and a Christmas choir.
Growin' up, you don't see the writing on the wall. Passin' by, movin' straight ahead, you knew it all. But maybe sometime if you feel the pain. You'll find you're all alone, everything has changed.
You want to shake my hand, say there's no hard feelings. But there's another lie between the lines I'm reading. . If you want him, then take him, just push me away, baby I just got to know.
Caught that look in your eye, he's back again. Told me time after time, he's just a friend. I need to know, I can't go on, I won't survive without you.
I've watched you go through changes. That no man should face alone. Take to heel or tame the horse. The choice is still your own. But arm yourself against the pain.
You'll never be the same. Without me by your side. There's no one I can blame. About my foolish pride. As long as life's' a grain of sand. Tossing and turning in the tide,.
Wings To Fly. By Giorgio Moroder & Tom Whitlock. Performed by Graham Nash. From the soundtrack "American Anthem" (1986). . You open up your wings to fly.
You came over here with wild tales from the East. About the floods that are rushing 'round your door. About your old lady who up and walked away from your feast,.