Chorus;. Oh how can I miss you, if you wont go away?. I dont mean to diss you,. but this is hard to say.. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.... cant we start today?.
Sabotage on the downtown streets. Police cars overturned. You can`t do nothing to beat the heat. And if you don't you'll get burned. Sleek women behind every door.
Me and Johnny sittin' in the green grass. I dont remember too much from that far back in the past. But man, oh man, was Johnathan a laugh in those days.
Dinner was lovely. The music so sweet.. And staring in your eyes made it all seem so complete.. Yes you look lovely. You look so fine.. And what I wouldnt do, to make you mine..
Hear him on the radio. See him on the news. See him on the TV. Hear him sing the blues. Welcome to his nightmare. He's been fit to kill. . Death my misadventure.
Once-in-a-lifetime, if youre lucky to know.. Someone you can love, who touches your soul.. So many Ive known, have walked down the aisle.. What started as lovedidnt end with a smile..
Anxious mofo, my twin, my friend. Election time again, I wish that I was dead. Some conversation, if you're well read. To calm the storm of shit that's raging in my head.
I, doing a lot of talking. Time goes on, I'm talking still. While soldier girls are dodging grenades and rockets. Moms and dads are paying the bill. .
Well Ive never believed, in love at first sight.. But that all changed when I saw you last night.. Cause I knew from the moment, you walked through the door..
When the caf doors exploded, I reacted too. Reacted to you. Cast into that sunny morning, I was coming too. But now I'm coming to, I'm coming to. . Papers in the wind a-waltzing, I was dancing too.
A Choice I Freely Make (The Wedding Song). Words & Music by: Teddy Chazz. . Here I stand, for all the world to see.. Before my friends and family.. And on this altar here and now,.
i'm looking at another day to find that i've got nothing to say,. or i'm looking for another way to process what happened on that birthday,. and either way, if you're gonna call it art,.
i'm looking at another day to find that i've got nothing to say,. or i'm looking for another way to process what happened on that birthday,. and either way, if you're gonna call it art,.
My only chance not easy to see. I'm not the great communicator that I used to be apparently. But I know what it means when I hear screams. And it's the sonics not the phonics.
As I did walk through cities one saturday,. A golden finch came winging my way,. And sang to me a song of my country,. And words of life from city and sea..
Crave, crave. Crave, crave. Alright. . The simple life, I will not have. It doesn't satisfy me. I don't believe in the status quo. I kinda leaves me bleak.