I felt so introspective tonight. Thinkin' ahead about my final hindsight. Did I make every moment count?. How much did I sit about. Doin' not the good I know to do?.
I bless you well, wont you move things over?. The night is moving and Ive set my foolish fate. The moon is cold, lets move over. The night is moving and Ive set my foolish fate.
I've got mona lisa eyes. I can stare through all your lies. . Maybe they will come tomorrow (x3). But it's only another day away. . Look down on everything in sight.
I've got Mona Lisa eyes. I can stare through all your lies. . Maybe they will come tomorrow (x3). But it's only another day away. . Look down on everything in sight.
Summer death, slow step. Walk behind the mother of the thirteen year old brown-eyed boy. Attitudes, attitudes. Sloganized by middle boots. The men who slogged the brown-eyed boy.
We used to say. That come the day. When we'd all be making songs. Or finding better words. These ideas never lasted long. . The way is up. Along the road.
The mechanical wonder is, it's just a noise in my room. And I'm chasing the wonder and it's just a hole in my tune. And the radio plays but it, but it don't sing a song.
We came down the stairs. And hardly said a word. And all through the day. That's all we heard. And we wanted to know. Where mariners went wrong. And all through the day.
Time after time you told me it was the truth. Time after time you lied to me through your tooth. How can you sing when everyone writes your song?. You think you pull the strings and I get strung along.
You're lining your pockets. For no other reason. Than to buy up the things. That I gave without reasonable pay. . Well hello my old friend. You know I've been away.
You keep your pretty girls. Chained inside the dungeon. And diamonds and pearls. You keep them a-coming. Give them all of your affection. . You keep your naughty boys.
It's warm outside. But I can hear the snow. Falling on my window. I had to go away. To somewhere deeper down. . I know it's my mistake. To take off out of this town.
Jane, she got excavated. By a trader dealing in old lines. Then she got a papers. From a mailer, telling her more lies. . So, here we go. Down an endless road where we know.
Who is that upon the stairs. Acting like he don't know where. And who is laying down all the cards. And giving me the wrong things to say. And like a wheel on the table.
Sonny went and flipped away and said, "He had to go". How could you ever say he never stayed alone?. And how could I belong with anyone you know?. Come on every line's a line I'll never know.
Is she coming home, I'll leave the light on. But through times and space she'll go. If she's coming home, she won't tell me. And I wonder if I should know.
I'm in my field, I'm in my stream. And I'm love I'm in my tree. I take a walk nine hundred miles. I cross the stile, I'm in my field. . And I'm in love and it's for free.
Volver con vos. A tu rincn. Volver atrs. A mi perdicin. . Fin a la paz. Vuelve el temor. No hay punto fijo. No hay direccin. . Volver con vos. Es un error Es un error Es un error.
She is home. Tellin' she's the one. Who makes you well. She makes you feel okay. . She is home. Tellin' she's the one. Who makes you go. And sends you on your way.