Is it the sky today,. The way the wind's pushing the clouds,. Or is it the late day sun,. Pushing the shadows over the ground,. That brings on these memories.
I like it here don't wanna move. Just wanna stay here in this same old groove. No need for growth now or any adventure. No need to be shown how to pay attention or start my engine..
I know there was something about you that I liked, yeah. But I only realized it when I spied you. At your mother's house last week. I'd only ever seen you on your bike, yeah.
It was a night, I wanna tell you a story. . Saturday night I was downtown workin' for the FBI. Sittin' in a nest of bad men whiskey bottles pilin' high.
She was twenty six when she came to the burbs. Where the family secrets stop at the curbs. I was nine when she moved next door. She had married a republican he was for the war.
is it love or is it hate. i'm a stand there fence. you're a swinging gate. if i were a shoe. i would walk away. walk away. . i threw at you a book of love.
I can ride the One up to Yonkers,. Sun on a yacht on the Yangtze,. I can feel the breeze off the Mississippi.. You only mean everything to me.. Spinning over Chad in a chopper,.
She's the kind of girl who pays for herself. And the money don't come rolling in. Been living here outside of fifteen years. Say how do you do, where does she begin?.
(Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey). . So you say. You've been here. You know me. You really understand. You've felt (You've felt). The way (The way I feel). Darlin' (Darlin').
(David Yazbek). Everytime you have a picnic, the rain comes down. and the birdies in the trees all stop, when. you're around.. All you gotta do is show up, and spirits sag..
There's a magic in our little room. Floating up like a colored balloon. It goes right to the top. Just so it can pop. And sprinkle down the sound of a tune.
If you go down to Hammond. You'll never come back. In my opinion you're. On the wrong track. We'll always love you but. That's not the point. . If you go with that fella.
When I woke up on Saturday morning,. I didn't want to open my eyes.. I didn't want to leave my pillow.. I didn't need to see a sunny sky.. But I woke up Saturday morning,.
Gung Ho, is a word I know. Means things are just beginning. Birth of a child, the wildness of youth. And the turf in the first inning. . Coffee in the morning or Chinese herb tea.
there's a train going by. and the railroad cars. rush away like the days in the year. and i'm waving goodbye. cause something is leaving. but things are not how they appear.
once upon a time there was a very friendly princess. who was captured. by a big, grumpy, invisible wizard. he locked her in. the tippy top of his. tower and late at night when she was very tired,.
GIMME A SLICE. by Maggie, Terre and Suzzy Roche. . Money position and power. Flashing back to the first impression. Hurrying year and slow hour. Are you ready to make some concessions.
everybody writes a rain song. everybody writes what's done 'em wrong. everybody writes the same pain song. and as long. as it's gonna sound just like everybody else's.