Early one morning, the sun was shining. I sang your song as you lay crying. Do you believe that Im not trying?. . You didnt ask for me to wake you. Nor did you think that this would break you.
I acquired knowledge and remained a fool. And I required her to love me in my ignorance. She found that she could not save time. So she saved her breath.
I've been dumped, I've been sore. Hard to get and then I got what for. I bought the ring but we fell apart. She bent my mind, she broke my heart. With one love letter, the finest of the, 'Dear John' kind.
When I was a young, young man. Back in the twentieth century. Well, you made your own amusements then. . Flying to the moon. The benefit of hindsight.
Here comes the longest night. Here comes the rain. Here comes the longest night. . And the love for you thatll never come back. Love for you thatll never come back.
I drew a peace sign on my baseball boots. July 1975. I was listening to the Basement Tapes. Happy to be alive. . Drugs are for the rich and strong. And theyll leave them weak and poor.
I dare not say your name. I know you feel the same. And I fear I might say out loud. That I love you 'cause I do. . If you are the answer. Then love is like cancer.
Well, Im walking down the road. I aint got no place to go. Theres no one that I know. I dont know no one. . Now loneliness aint rare. Its what we all must bear.
I was down on the floor. Why get up. Just to take more?. I was down. . I was down. Down and out. I know what life was all about. Being down and out. .
You film the dark in Technicolor. And Ill be wrapped around your finger. If youve a lesson you can teach my heart. . You rescued me out of a lake. So deep and dark with my mistakes.
When I got close enough to smell your hair. And comprehend the freedom there. It was too late to wonder why. There is home. . When we speak in your arms.
The father son and game show host came to me. On the West Coast and told me I could fly. You don't need jets, you don't need wings. You just need faith in silly things.
You think your're gay, gets in the way. Being in love with your boyfriend. You dump and see blokes, you don't laugh at jokes. Your Anti Christ could be a God send.
The world is full of missing girls. Geraldine, Janes and Ophelias. Who go for a walk and then don't come back. . Say Ill be okay, just not today. Nothing is wrong.
Bank holiday Monday. You don't have a lot to say. You're waiting for payday. You can't wait to get away. . This boring town gets you down. There's no one to come around.
She belongs to all, she talks as she undresses. The love that she expresses when nothing can be said. Pennies in a stream, my love songs unrequited. And all the dicks you slighted are at your door.
Be my liberty, be my fact and fantasy. Make love while you can. Has there been a better plan?. . Well, I could go on but I just don't know. I had to fall a little, crawl a little.
Come over to my garden, let's listen to the trees. Swaying to the rhythm set up by the breeze. I'd like to play you new songs that I wrote on my knees.
If it's only love why do I want to die. Is it just to posses, try to caress if I survive. I sit by the phone, I check my machine at a quarter to nine.
I was born in poverty but when I was about nineteen. I wrote a song called 'Kiss Me', and soon it was pay day. A terraced house in the country, I thought that would do for me.