Don't talk to her when shooting stars are falling. Don't talk to her when she can smell the jasmine in the air. Don't talk to her when no one knows you're calling.
Baby let's go below the surface. See what we can find. There's no reason to be nervous. 'Cause it happens all the time. . I don't wanna go up to the mountain.
He's traveling down the road tonight. His heart his heavy but his load is light. He fakes to the left and he moves to the right. On this lonely road tonight.
A little gray around the crown. A little hint of slowing down. She puts on some old evening gown. And dances alone. Years are hazy and days are slow. The seasons come and the reasons go.
Sleepless nights and senseless fights. Many that I've known. Are proportional to the desperate hours. Spent on the telephone. . Now I'm sitting here trying to get through to God.
Baby King. Baby King. You got to get ready for a Baby King. You might dance, Daddy. You might sing. But you never seen nothin' like a Baby King. . It was a bright and sunny summer morn, she said.
It was a stormy night. In Ohio. And the rain was really coming down. An old man said he saw an angel. High above the sleepy town. . Well they said "There couldn't be no angels.
Sometimes you've got to go back. Sometimes you don't know why. Sometimes you've got to go back. Sometimes you don't know why. . I can see the sunshine coming through my room.
I got 29 ways to make it to my baby's door. I got 29 ways to make it to my baby's door. And if she needs me bad. I can find about two or three more. .