As a man I ain't never been much for sunny days. I'm as calm as a fruit stand in New York and maybe as strange. But when the color goes out of my eyes it's usually the change.
She ain't lonely now. See her shuffle across the floor. Yeah, she's happier now. See her smile and say "come on". . Let's dance all night. Let's dance all night.
As a man i ain't never been much for sunny days. I'm as calm as a fruit stand in new york and maybe as strange. But when the color goes out of my eyes, it's usually the change.
Orange sky, don't go. Manhattan looks like someplace else. Cloudy with a low fog shell. . Into the crowded streets I go. Eventually they lead me back home.
so.... its how the story goes. can we cut to the scene where i'm holding you close. she moves. moves like a pendulum blade. cut all the words that i say.
You built this house. You built it stone by stone. Hammer in your hand. You built this home. . And this house is strong. You raised it with your love.
When they call your name. Will you walk right up. With a smile on your face. Or will you cower in fear. In your favorite sweater. With an old love letter.
Somewhere impossible light still shines. And every smile is if as new. Sometimes I feel like the static in the attic. Is making me.... Just confused. .
The mirrors in the room go black and blue. On a Sunday morning in her Saturday shoes. We don't choose who we love. We don't choose. . The lights over the Midway melt on the street.
If I take a walk. I know I'm going to see her -- my old lady. Cross the street to her car. I'm feeling pretty blue today -- a little shaky. She visits then she comes to stay.
The drought was the very worst. When the flowers we'd grown together died of thirst. It was months and months of back-and-forth. You're still all over me like a wine-stained shirt I can't wear anymore.
Took a walk with you in the shadow of my shoes. Danced around the broken blues in the dirty summer rain. Moonlight on the cars parked in single file at bars.
Oh city rain,. It floods the city streets. And in my city bed,. Out of my fuckin' head. . Is it snowing in space?. God I wish I could talk to you.... Is it snowing in space?.
Every night I read this novel. About two wooden roses and the pouring rain. But the engine's torn up. Tryin' to hail a cab. Think no one can read you; but i can.
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How can I explain to you. What you did to me with words. Words just like the ones you used. They mean nothing at all. Buy they caterwaul, caterwaul, caterwaul.
Walk away slowly. You don't have to take this. In the spaces in between. Sadness on the basis. . I can see the chains of love. The chains. Talking 'bout the chains of love.
Rose lived on the south side of town. . Until her landlord showed up with two hundred dollar bills. A notice of eviction on the other hand. Now she don't live there no more,.
What's come to stay from the Cannonball days. but a house and some clothes on the line.. Fired away your drunken brigade. In the streets of New York as a child..
Oh baby why. Do I miss you like I do?. Homeless my sweet. And the birds all sing the blues. And why? And why?. . Call me on your way back home, dear. 'Cause I miss you.