I've got a suitcase packed full of memories. And evening's drawing near. The mountain smiles upon me now. It's all down hill from here. An anchorage of silence, a port of serenity.
You say you get a feeling about it. They're starting to know what you mean. I only have to look at somewhere you've been walking. Think I know everyplace that you've been.
I've lost count of the times I given up on you. But you make such a beautiful wreck, you do. There's a tavern on the corner called the 'Milky Way'. And you look so at home there it makes me afraid.
Out on the road and a refugee. Thinking about it and I cry out loud. I wouldn't ask you to comfort me. Knowing what I know now. We had a love and it went all wrong.
My name's Billy Jo Mckay. Just turned sixteen yesterday. I'm gonna get the nerve one day. To get outta here. . My mom passed on three years ago they said.
Leaves were falling, just like embers,. In colors red and gold, they set us on fire. Burning just like moonbeams in our eyes.. . Chorus:. Somebody said they saw me, swinging the world by the tail.
I can see the pictures of me and ask. "do I look so different than anyone else? ". I can hear them marching near and feel. The steady pounding of a heart..
Jane, it sure looks like rain. These Canadian plains and their windblown hair. Oh Jane, the bruise colored clouds. The smell of the ground in the ripening air.
I'd like to hike the appalachian. I've tossed it around in my mind. But then I say to myself. Boy you must be crazy. Don't you know you'll never have the time.
Another look into her might just free me now.. I feel the drowning pounding of her pain. And her dreams like eyes,. As she looks into my sin.. So knowing where and why she's looking through my window..
I hear the drizzle of the rain. Like a memory it falls. Soft and warm continuing. Tapping on my roof and walls. . And from the shelter of my mind. Through the windows of my eyes.
In the bleak midwinter. Stormy winds may blow. Earth stood hard as iron. Water like a stone. . Snow had fallen snow on snow. Snow on snow on snow. In the bleak midwinter.
February rain. Smoky Mountain fire. Like a hummingbird to cane. Just following desire. Watch the firelight throw. Shadows across the room. . Many miles away.
There are places I remember all my life. Though some have changed. Some forever, not for better. Some have gone and some remain. . All these places have their moments.
I am in motion, I am blue. Love is an ocean. I'm anchored in you. . And I am a dreamer. So you sent me away. Sometimes we dreamers. Just get in the way.
If these old walls, if these old walls could speak. What a tale they'd have to tell, hard headed people raisin' hell. A couple in love livin' week to week.
She gets high, she gets low. And she lives her life straight just like Serpico. She starts to sneeze and pronounces bless me. Wipes her nose on a shirt that says, "Kill Whitey".
All the happy couples on their way to New Orleans. Reminding me of when we got along. And they're only renting time and space to fill up with their dreams.
I'm just trying to get by. I'm just looking for a new high. And everybody moves so fast, no time to wonder why. I'm just trying to get by. . Is it all in my head?.
The fat lady in red began to sing. The citizens all stood there staring at their king. Who cried, The show is finally over!. Hallelujah, praise the Lamb!.