I looked at you, your lips were moving. But I did not hear what you said. You wanted me, you wanted my name. I was carrying two feet of lead. . See the rising sun on this make-believe town.
Sad eyes, sad eyes. Where're you going with that confidence?. Sad eyes, sad eyes. Where're you going with that confidence?. . I'm going to where the boats go by.
With feet so cold. I feel no pain. And the western cross. On snow white plain. . Look over yonder. The pines are down. They've laid them well. On sequoia ground.
Sometimes, sometimes. Sometimes I feel like I'm playin' on the radio. Sometimes I feel like I'm on a travelin' road show. Sometimes I got the power of the will and I know my song is gonna to be alright.
I thought of you in blue and red. I thought of you, way you were playing. I thought of you in my bed. You were there bound and chained. . I thought of you there next to me.
Shoe Shine Mamma. Spits for her money. Wants to make a living. Try to make her own. . All she ever wanted was to. Make her own money and. Settle down on Silium's Hill.
My hands are wrapped in your raven hair. In the faded picture on the back stair. We were narrow, we were steady, trembling and ready. To give it hell in this rocky world.
I have wandered far and wide. All the way from Paris to Mexico. 'Til I was gone and didn't know. . In the end the thing that keeps me walking. Is your shine, your shine in the morning, your shine in the distance,.
I'm watching the rain clouds in the sky roll in. I'm sick of these red pills, sick of the dealer's grin. Daniel, Daniel by the bonfires. On the telephone wire she's callin' you sayin'.
Oh, oh deep water, black and cold like the night. I stand with arms wide open,. I've run a twisted line. I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker. . I could not see for the fog in my eyes.
Mighty cooty fiyo. Hey la hey, hey la hey. . I've got a Big Chief, Big Chief, Big Chief of the Nation. Wild, wild creation. . He won't bow down, down on the ground.
Ma jolie, how do you do?. Mon nom est Jean-Guy Thibault-Leroux. I come from East of Gatineau. My name is Jean-Guy, ma jolie. J'ai une maison à Lafontaine.
You only see what your eyes want to see. How can life be what you want it to be. You're frozen when your heart's not open. You're so consumed with how much you get.
A man carried metal, carried gold. More than he could handle, more than he could hold. It weighed him down to a sand shallow grave. Where his bones were eaten by a heat wave.
Yes, it's cold by the river where you lay. In this godless place, I kneel down and I pray. God help us through the night. God help us through the night.