Come on baby, there ain't much time. Join this dance on the party line. Let's stride, yeah, yeah, yeah, let's stride. Come on baby, there ain't much time, stride.
I feel like superman, flying over muddy rivers. Counting everything from one to 14. Over roads where them sunflowers grow. I can see from here to eternity.
The moralist on the mountain top. The cap gun cowboy caught playin' dress up. Patrols his cartoon beat with his costume clothes. . The damn fool with his ten ton chip.
Oh yes, now. . Strange locomotion. Over the ocean, baby. You can't find no better place. Strange locomotion. . If you got the notion, baby. Get on over the ocean.
Well, it's gonna be really hard when we get to the end. It's gonna be really hard when we get to the end. Well, you love the start but really it's just to begin.
I'm looking at you through a wine glass. I'm watching the light play games with your face. I'm tracing your mouth with my fingers. I'm trying to pick up your taste.
Well, squeeze me, squeeze me. If you can't squeeze me, please don't tease me. Squeeze me, squeeze me. If you can't squeeze me, please don't tease me. .
many troubles have we known lord. many troubles lie ahead. many times have we all stumbled. in the weary miles we've tread. many times have we called out.
Well, soon, it's gonna be summer, baby, soon. Soon, we'll feel the summer winds, yeah. We'll have the sun gleaming on our brown backs, baby. Soon, honey, honey, soon.
My God. I think I threw up. I've got a river filled with dollars. Who connect to the words in my gut. . And the poet is hanging out in the back. He's doing things that he can never take back.
They say that women are made of bliss. All lips and eyes to flash. All ears of gold and perfect beauty showing. It's all trash. . They say that God has arms of Heaven.
Shout it from the rooftops. We weathered the storm. Now there's nothing in our way. Static on the airwaves is all but gone. Slowly fading away. I can see for miles and miles.
Well, every time they took me to the rise of your bed. You know what kind of doing at the top of your head. But all the little words that came down like a spider.
You carry the beach in your way too short hair. That you shaved off last week 'cause you freaked and got scared. That when it's longer, you remind me of her.
Oh yeah, oh, alright. Well, sixteen women live in my home town. You know that sixteen women live in my home town. Fifteen love me, the other tries to put me down.
The bricks get laid and they get torn up. And laid again but the bricks always get torn up again. . Your friends won't wait so don't believe that shit.
Wild palms in the hinterland. Stretches of yellow sand. A blue bird trapped in my hand. It's hard to understand. It must be a sign of the times - times.
There's a freight train roaring through the dead of night. Heading straight for Yuma. I hear it every time it rolls through this town. . It's one a.m. and I'm wide awake.
I've seen you, baby, with another boy. Yes another, only nine years old. Don't you think the difference shows?. . I'm only twenty-eight, baby. And I have a little style, alright.
[Verse 1]. Good sex it never makes you feel hollow. Good sex it never makes you feel clean. Good sex its gonna get you with a fine line. Good sex its gonna die on the knees.