Smelled you again today. The traffic breeze, it blows us slowly. Will I lay inside a hundred maidens?. Will I smell you again today?. . Hey there, God.
Something's hanging down on the boneyard tree. Something's hanging down on the boneyard tree. . Little girl, I love you so much. Why'd you go and give away your touch?.
It started in a movie. Where he, he sailed around the world. And the dream became and she called it love. She dreamed that she'd be rescued. Yeah she, she wanted to be saved.
I can't find my bicycle how did I get home. It hurts to hold my head to the phone. Where'd all my money go can you tell me did I lose it. Lose it all don't you know.
One or two more times inside my head and what's it stand for. Racing time the temporary far away from your door. Once in a while I find I run one more mile.
Pretty lady next to me, no more tears, yeah, no more crying. Not too late to start again, keep on moving, keep on trying. Too much pain for one life, too much pain for a loving wife.
They're still building roads in themselves. And we can see them all if we start driving now. And we'll do all our thinking out loud. And wait for daylight.
Touching down, it's a frozen town. Look around, I grew up, I fell down. Nothing changes, nothing changes except the red lights. Nobody changes, nobody changes, wanna see them tonight.
Yesterday I packed up all my things. Threw them off the coast to rest in peace. I met a man who took all my empty dreams. And brought them back to life.
Lyin' in bedrooms is easy. It's not like it's five years ago. Lately you're over my body. Is that just the place that I want you to be. . Look at the pictures you've gotten.
Today the things familiar to me. Are gone and I'm here in some strange place. With nothing to say. . And all of my life. I've had someplace to go. Some purpose to serve.
I see that you mean it. I see that you are serious. Have some faith in me like there used to be. Come Sunday I'll be leaving. What do you want me to say.
Today just laughed at me. Sustained by what I know. I can't connect, can't connect, boy. Sick of talk 'cause they'll talk of. . Talk about what he said.
There once was a feeling that all was wrong. There once was a feeling that all was wrong. I'm a shattered young fighter. With hands golden tired. I take another round.