Turn around, every now and then. I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round. Turn around, every now and then. I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears.
The neon lights in a city so bright. The clashing sounds and a busy sight. You and me lets run far away for here. Lets lay here in a field of winter white.
I don't recognize this feelin'. I don't recognize this face. Even the mirror is showin' me a different face. What's that grin, where'd it come from. I can't seem to make it stop.
Allen - Cox. Prostitutes are the spice of life. Prostitutes are the spice of life, the spice of life. They don't walk in the nick of time. Pay their way I walk away and see.
A little red-headed girl stood at the mirror. Studying her face, she didn't like her nose. And all of those freckles, she'd love to erase. Her inventory told the story and from where she stood.
I thought, I saw a man brought to life. He was warm, he came around and he was dignified. He showed me what it was to cry. . Well, you couldn't be that man I adored.
People say, "It's easy living in the light". Never see the hard times, never see the fight. Simple when it's slow but only if it's right. I only see the good times every time.
You kept the fires burning when I swore. The flame had long gone out. You took me by the hand when I stumbled. Through the shadows of doubt. When I was lost and found.
You know I'm not one to break promises. I don't want to hurt you but I need to breathe. At the end of it all, you're still my best friend. But there's something inside that I need to release.
Allen - Cox. ... Can't find... my way.... Reach out and find it. So so. Is this a matador falling into my arms. Turnig and burning in this rage. Calypso find another cause.
Thought I was made of stone. But I'm flesh and blood. Your leaving me unleashed a flood. A raging storm but I'm nearly in the clear. I'm almost over you.
My bones don't tell no lies. . Chase facts and end up in the river. Place a face and send out for flowers. Face facts and pretend to be harder. Face facts and pretend to be wiser.
I got a new boss today. He's all jerk and no play. He was on my back at 6 am. And rode me all day long. I take it on the chin. Makes him mad 'cause I just grin.
You will never understand. When I begin to look like me. We can never be described. You, you turn around again. . I spoke, we can be the same. But I have left my soul out there.
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band. Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man. Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand.
Life, is a state of mind. . Out goes ego on the first mistake. Out goes ego on the tide. This one's waiting for his mother's love. And up jumps mother valentine, valentine.
(Skip Ewing/Jame Dean Hicks). . Maybe this is. Where I should be. But all alone. In the middle of life. Doesn't feel right to me. I need something. to excite me.
It hits when I set the table or when I turn out the lights. And I don't hear a voice that whispers goodnight. It hits when I'm in the backyard and the summer sky smells like rain.
Want some whiskey in your water? Sugar in your tea?. What's all these crazy questions they're askin' me?. This is the craziest party that could ever be.