My eyes keep me in trouble. I want every woman I see. My eyes keep me in trouble. I want every woman I see. Ah, you pretty women kill me. You're gonna get poor me.
You don't listen. You just talk. Always catch a ride. And never have to walk. You try to teach me things I don't understand by myself. Awww you're something else.
Every time I think of you, I always catch my breath. And I'm still standing here and you're miles away. And I'm wondering why you left. . And there's a storm that's ragin' through my frozen heart tonight.
You're leaving me. That's alright. People gotta go new places. And on your journey. You will see. New friends and new faces. But if you think. I will forget.
Would you like meet in Soho?. This is David, I don't know. Just talk of how New York has been. Well, yes, it's easy to imagine. I've healed a lot since then.
When you love somebody. And they dick you around, say. Well, doesn't that really suck?. When you love somebody. And they dick you around. Well, doesn't that really suck?.
A bright kite he's hangin' from. Jon rides a glider above the clouds. He stepped off Haleakala. Ten thousand feet above the ground. . High up over the mountain snow.
I was doing my laundry, baby. I thought I'd do my new jeans too. Yeah, I was doing my laundry. I threw my new blue jeans in too. . And when the spin and rinse was over.
from Home Again. ............................................... . by John Gorka. "Let Them In was made into song by John Gorka from a poem found in a hospital in the Philippines during World War II. The nurse that found the poem kept it all these years until the recent war brought out all the memorabilia. Luckily, her daughter sent a copy to John".
DAVID WILCOX. BREAKFAST AT THE CIRCUS 1987. LET IT FLOW. . We got ice in the fridge. Cold drinks comin' up. Hurry on over. Bring some glasses or cups.
from Underneath. ............................................... . I've got nothing to say. You've been leaving all day.. Now it's time that you go, and let me cry..
Now when the paint jar tipped off of the table. You watched as it started to fall. Glass popped, shattered and splattered and paint spray hit the wall.
My daddy worked construction. My brother too. He got me in the union. I'm payin' my dues. . Oh but the woman I love. Has expensive taste. She's never satisfied.
News is always bad on the radio. But the music tells a story to my soul. Let the winter wind take the day away outside. As we look into each other by the fire.
When my grandfather spoke about the eagle. He would raise his face up to the sky. The sunlight reflecting on the water. And she flew so close as she passed by.
I'm standing before my old high school. It's been 10 years since I touched the door. But to heal the old pain we must face it again. So I'll walk down that hallway once more.
We made our warm bed out of blankets. In the meadow way up high. You took off your dress in the moonlight. To sleep beneath the sky. . Your touch was a warm summer ocean.
I love your sense of humor. I love to see you smile. I love your sense of balance. I love your sense of time. . I love your music in the morning. Your rhythm in the night.
The warm water beads as it runs down the curves. Of the beautiful surface so tan. She's polishing the Jaguar again. . It hasn't run in a year or two. Nice car but the wheels don't move, anymore.
"Can I have another quarter?" he said.. "What?". "Can I have another quarter?". "Why?" she said.. "Uh, I dropped it," he said.. "Sure," she said, and she handed him another quarter..