I was thrown on the cobblestones, tossed at her feet. My fool's mouth was filled with the dust from the street. An out of work court jester with nowhere to go.
He was crazy of course. From the first she must have known it. But still she went on with him. And she never once had shown it. And she took him off the street.
She has no fear of failure. She's not bent with broken dreams. For the future's just beginning. When you're always seventeen. . It was nineteen sixty-one.
Saturday morning and it's growing light.. I look out my window and remember the night.. The story is starting or the story ends. And I feel like I need you again..
So here she's actin' happy inside her handsome home. And me, I'm flyin' in my taxi, takin' tips and gettin' stoned.. . I got into town a little early..
Sandy is the seashore. And Sandy is the sea. Sandy is the clear blue sky. Or so it seems to me. Yes I see her everywhere. In everything I see. She can turn to anything.
The old sailor sat at the window seat. So he could watch as the ships went by. And he drank from a glass that was always filled. For the rest of us would buy..
You keep looking out my window. At the driftwood floating by. Like a flock of birds in falltime. You're just itching to fly. I know I cannot hold you.
Remember when the music. Came from wooden boxes strung with silver wire. And as we sang the words, it would set our minds on fire,. For we believed in things, and so we'd sing..
He's the little pretzel man, he's got his twisted pretzel hands. He's got his a pretzel wife, that he's loved all his pretzel life. And he's got himself a pretzel girl, that they both brought into their world.
You're a livin' walkin' dream. You're the best I've ever seen,. Oh God I wanted you.. I've often dreamed what I would do,. If I could give myself to you,.
Frozen in each town and village,. In the central square,. Never in a dark museum,. But in the open air,. A monument to model glory,. Wars that we have won....Surely,.
Well, I hear you are a painter now. Though you're almost halfway through. You pulled a pallet knife, you cut away a wife. And you started something new.
One light in a dark valley. And the mist is falling like rain. One light in a dark valley. And I'm alone again. One light in a dark valley. And I am all alone.
The Smoke Witch says, "Wahoo!". And the Wise Man says, "Me too!". And the Guru says, "Wazoo!". So do what you do!. . The priests stand in their pulpits.
He's the man with the banjo and the 12-string guitar.. And he's singing us the songs that tell us who we are.. When you look in his eyes you know that somebody's in there..
Of course I picked a rainy night. To try to find our past. The street lights all were flickering. The leaves were falling fast. . I walked down the winding road.
I give part time help. I'm the odd job man. I can't do what I want. So I do what I can. . And I'll tell you now. So that you will understand. You get just what you pay for.
When November rains. it rides the cool wind. you need somebody holding you tight. When November rains. you need somebody caring. you want somebody sharing your night.
I'm a strummin' fool out in the sticks. For the glory and the bread. And you're wise enough to let me sing. This music in my head.. And if there's any way to get there.