You Love the Thunder. Jackson Browne. When you look over your shoulder. And you see the light that you have left behind. When you think it over, do you ever wonder.
Walking slow down the avenue through my old neighborhood. Don't know why I'm happy, I got no reason to feel this good. Maybe it's because I'm all alone and I got no place to go.
Till I go down. Till I go down. Till I go down. I'm not gonna shut my eyes. Till I go down. I'm not gonna shut my eyes. I've already seen the lies. On the faces of the men of war.
When we come to place where the road and the sky collide. Throw me over the edge and let my spirit glide. They told me I was gonna have to work for a living.
(by Jackson Browne & Bryan Garofalo). Now the seats are all empty. Let the roadies take the stage. Pack it up and tear it down. They're the first to come and last to leave.
Everyone I've ever known has wished me well. Anyway that's how it seems, it's hard to tell. Maybe people only ask you how you're doin'. 'Cause that's easier than letting on how little they can care.
Running down around the towns along the shore. When I was sixteen and on my own. No, I couldn't tell you what the hell those brakes were for. I was just trying to hear my song.
She was a friend to me when I needed one. Wasn't for her I don't know what I'd have done. She gave me back something that was missing in me. She could have turned out to be almost anyone.
Every day I walk out in this torn up world. And I fight to survive. I'm laughing when I make it to the Saturday. And I'm alive. Carrying your smile with me.
God is great, God is good. He guards your neighborhood. Though it's generally understood. Not quite the way you would. You try to take the slack. Stay awake and watch his back.
Sing my songs to me. Sing them to me softly. Sing me sunlight and shadows. Orange groves and meadows. Let your voice ring back my memories. Sing my songs to me.
(by Daniel Kortchmar). I've witnessed those one night stands. Must have played in a thousand bands. But I'm just here tonight, tomorrow I'll be gone. Seen folks show their blacker sides.
Here are some lyrics:. Running on Empty. from Jackson Browne's Running on Empty album. Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels. Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields.
****Rosie**** (Jackson Browne). She was standing at the load-in when the trucks rolled up. She was sniffing all around like a half-grown female pup. She wasn't hard to talk to, looked like she had nowhere to go.
Pretty little one. How has it all begun?. They're teaching you how to walk. But you're already on the run. Little one--. What you gonna do?. Little one--.
It is a dance we do in silence. Far below this morning sun. You in your life, me in mine. We have begun. Here we stand and without speaking. Draw the water from the well.
Your father was a rounder. He played that rock and roll. A leaper and a bounder. Down to his gypsy soul. The music was his angel. And sorrow was his star.
(by Jackson Browne & Howard Burke). Rolling down 295 out of Portland, Maine. Still high from the people up there and feeling no pain. Gonna make it to New Jersey, gonna set it up and do it again.
Nino, walking around on Sunday. Nino, just one more kid in L.A.. With a hubcap and a stick in his hand. In his own parade, leading the band. His head in the sky, his feet nearly touching the sand.