Spent time far away,. spent your days lost in grey. and wishes I suppose. mean nothing when. they're tossed away.. And your form and your face,. like some place that I knew.
I got you, that's all I want.. I won't forget, that's a whole lot.. I won't go out, now that you're real (?). Sometimes we shout, that's not problem..
Well, I raised in a sophisticated kind of style. Yeah, my taste in music and women drove my folks half wild. Mom and dad had a plan for me, it was debutantes and symphonies.
Toss a little bone to the working man. . Dear uncle Sam you got a lot to do. But I just want to have a little talk with you. You probably don't remember even who I am.
Before you sleep at night, do you ever think of me?. I often wonder what our years of distance mean. Honestly. . Have you looked around to see an opening?.
I got a boss with a crew cut breathing down my neck. He says he's gonna teach me about the word 'Respect'. And at the end of the day I'm barely alive.
Coming home today,. a season spent away,. it is hard for me to see,. hard for me to say.. I like your face,. but I can't anymore.. . It was quite a time.
I'm up and gone everyday at dawn. Just a workin' like a regular dog. To keep the woman and the water. And the lights and the phone turned on. . I've been sayin', "Yes sir" all day at work.
Once in a while I can see through. What is real and what is show.. Saving my colds for your purest thoughts.. It may come and it may go.. . Chorus:. In a holding pattern, standing still as statues in a row..
He had a Martin, I had a fender. We were thirteen years of age. Out back in the tool shed. We were searching for a sound. Every day all through that summer.
Standing back before the angels get to me. Well, it seems such a sorry waste of time. Holding back on those who want the best for me. I guess I can't be blamed for trying.
Well the boys and me, we're thick as thieves. We stick together just like glue. Yeah, we ride the range like the Dalton gang. And raise hell like a Pirate crew.
Is the sun out?. Has the wind died. Or is this stillness here the calm between my ears?. And I know now why they put me here. . Things were clear once 'til the clouds came.
You love to change your mind.. Hate to see you lost in your ignorance, or is it just indifference?. What goes on behind?. What goes on within you, without you, there's nothing to you..
Every light in the house is on. I guess, waitin' on you and me. I know I told them midnight, now it's almost daylight. Could be losing more than sleep.
Gonna wander on the own. Find a way. Gonna find a way to run. If I should stumble on the way. Find a way. To get back into your arms. . Grandmother won't you please.
It was a hot Sunday mornin'. Middle of July. The choir was a singin'. 'Bout the sweet by and by. . Everybody was a swayin'. And sweatin' in the heat. We all bowed our heads down.
There's peace in the valley and the scum's moving in. And I'm here in Rallee, really. But what does it matter when you're doin' well. I'm just here getting sadder, really.
I am a Southern boy and I was brought up to treat everybody with respect. And though I do my best you know sometimes it's mighty hard. When folks use the 'R' word to talk about my neck.
fever in a blistser out, you know. it will simmer until its cold. even in a fleeting range. the suffering fills us full. . are you going to win me around again.