Posing like a statue sitting in my office chair. typing letters for computer eyes to sorta read. drifting like an odor now I'm blending in with the air.
Hey Kitten, whatcha doin'?. Wanna play the guitar?. You say, what's that sound. Coming out of the hole in the wood?. You say, what's that sound. Coming out of the hole in the wood?.
The box. (The box). The box. (The box). The box. This one's called the box. . The box. (The box). The box. (The box). The box. This one's called the box.
I flip the channels on TV. And see some sumos on the screen. I know now what I want to be. I'll put my hair all up in braids. I'll get to eat food all the day.
God, God He sent his Son. To save us from the evil one. Bought by blood begotten Son. For faith is free and very fun. . God God God God God God God. God God God God God God God.
If I understood back then what is so easy to see now. I could have stopped myself from falling far behind. The changes I want will only come if I could turn things down.
Last night I laid in bed and thought about it all. (Whoa oh oh). What was it that had made us fall. (Whoa oh oh). I don't regret anything that I said to you.
It was a soft summer night when you came into my life. I thought it was a dream when your hand reached out for me. There was something there that I couldn't compare.
She's late for the first time, she don't know where she is. She doesn't know where to go. Lost in her driving, angry and crying. She don't know what she knows.
Me and Samson go to the store. And ole Samson leaves craters in the floor. Me and Samson walk around town. And clumsy Samson knocked several buildings down.
You say sorry and walk away. And you go to face a problem. I can't stand in your way. You will lose and fall flat on your face. And when you do I'll still be here.
Ooklah the punk was going to the show. Ooklah the punk fought Lou Ferrigno. Ooklah the punk was struggling for some lyrics. Ooklah the punk says anything that fits.
As the minutes pass, I look to you. I know you're not alright. I'm past the point of thinking straight. I can only watch and cry. . Don't say the words that mean the end.
On the road again. I just can't wait to get on the road again. The life I love is making music with my friends. And I can't wait to get on the road again.
When all the lights have left the room. Will you still stand next to me. And softly say, I love you anyway. My yesterdays are haunting me. Reminders of those moments.
Got a phone call on this rainy night. It was a call that I'd dread for all my life. My son was driving on a winding road. When he lost control. My mind is spinning all around in circles.
What's missing from this picture?. It's just me without my bike. . There's just one thing that I love more than anything. I hold it so near to my heart.
I'm walking through the forest tonight. And I feel a load of shame. I feel the breeze it's blowing tonight. And it blows my shame away. It blows it all away.
My little sunshine sleeps beneath the oak. The forest denizens seem to smile. When I came near she awoke. She gazed at me with eyes of guile. We walked out to the grassy knoll.
Told to sit there on the couch. Arms crossed with no idea about. What they wanted to tell me that meant so much. Then it all came out. Another thing to think about.