I was crazy to think, crazy to chase. Chasing this automobile. Well, I tend to think were you ready to race. Racing this automobile. . It's a machine, it's the one in my dreams.
[Originally by The Beatles]. . It's been a hard day's night. And I've been working like a dog. It's been a hard day's night. I should be sleeping like a log.
Don't you know I need a place to stay. It's only fifteen bucks a day. I didn't wanna end up here. But now I guess I need to stay. . River red, runs like lead.
What a drag how people change. What a drag how people change. What a drag how people change. Once you really get to know them. . Well I think about friends in the back of my mind.
I've been selling it short. I'm seeing sunlight for the very first time. And I'm changing my ways. I'm hanging out on the roof in the rain. . The tragic comedy.
Waiting for the phone to ring. Waiting for the phone to ring. Waiting for the phone to ring. And I hope it will be you. Hope it will be you. Waiting for a knock on the door.
I wanna sing a little song for you all. And make you sing for your supper. There's a lesson to be learned from this. As you'll soon discover. . Way before I came to rule this place.
You got to come back to me. I can't bare to spend my life alone. Just waiting on your ghost. And living without you. I'm afraid that wouldn't do. You have to believe me.
It's the man on the moon. Saying goodnight to you. And oh, how it shines. He's a good friend of mine. He's a good friend of yours. Even many miles away.
Don't know if it's good or bad. All these times we've had. Have been so far from perfect. But I don't mind. And with a single stare. That whispers you don't care.
How can I forget the conversation. Such a fresh display of imagination. Let it run away with my lips. I nearly tripped. Time to abandon ship. . How can I forget your blank expression.
Like the spider spins the web. It goes back to your beliefs. What you said you never said. You're trying hard to find relief. It's not telling truth or lies.
I'm on a holiday wasting my time away. I'm writing a book on you, born on a holiday. In the December snow, I'm wasting my time away. I'm writing a book on you, born on a holiday.
My mail order girlfriend doesn't write anymore. Her pens must be empty her hand has grown sore. Cross examine the postman. Nothing but junk mail. . Day I day out same old thing.
I feel so peculiar I don't know what to say. But don't let me fool you I'm not one bit afraid, no way. . One thing's for sure. What I would give to simply open my door.
I don't want you to look at me though the eyes of a stranger. Because you might come to realize that I am stranger. Than a fish that never fries, than an eye that never cries.
I used to wake up everyday. I used to go my perfect way. I used to laugh at my mistakes. Few as they were. But not today. Now I'm wiping off my grin. A widow's spider's web I'm in.
Some are born to educate and raise our IQ. While others imitate their gods and tell us all what to do. All I want is simply to be all about you. You're my only motivation.
Tears fill up my eyes. I'm washed away with sorrow. And somewhere in my mind. I know there's no tomorrow. . Oh, I see you're leaving soon. I guess you've had your fill.
I saw you waiting on the front porch. I had to sneak in through the back door. I guess it's just too much to hope for. That you'd simply go away. It's just too obvious to mention.