It's up to you, believe or not. People i met say you gotta move on. Like the Sun keeps the sky. Or the Moon climbing high. And the time that's running through..
Your gentle pace, it provides a rhythm. For the unwashed few of us. Lock and loaded past is a prison. For the crimes of the universe. . Well are you in the situation.
That's what i want and what i have. that's what i got look and step back. mister i lie, truth might be there. somebody trust me i wanna share. it's crazy but the thrill is there, right there..
Who'd you say is you?. Where'd you say you hide your proof?. You're swollen like a lexicon. If you hurry we'll be home real soon. . If you meet me in the morning.
Who'd you say is you?. Where'd you say you hide your proof?. You're swollen like a lexicon. If you hurry we'll be home real soon. . If you meet me in the morning.
Well a friend o'mine said hey boy you'd better move. The lady has some pictures and she's dreaming of you. She talks pretty good, she got ya into her mood.
The boulevard is full of people floating down from the hill. It's saturday night and babe you're not with me. Somebody said teacher comes when the student's ready and clue in.
I tell you hes a private man. In a public circumstance. Hes eying off an old door frame. Looking for a drastic change. . Its such a shame this has to end.
By now you know that I never arrived. I was too tired to move. I was gonna invent an elaborate excuse. But I'm tired of them too. . Little pockets of air in the atmosphere.
I barely could face her slick sight. That i felt like i was getting high. The distance between me and her eyes. Makes me feel that one day she's gonna.
When you are set to throw in your hand. When you are far from home. When what you believe is buried in your hands. When you feel outgrown. . I'll be the one to pick you up again.
Caged. You hold so tight, until your knuckles show. Escape. As far away as you could ever know. . You sink them all down. And watch them float up. Until the wheel has spun around.
(Middleton). A combination of the two wort ideals that you might have. well don't complain when you just concede, there's nothing left for you. it's sad to think that it's all gone over my head.
Far may you run from what you know. Sermons homespun before the show. One super judge that brings a change in taste. . The new season's king with a brand new face.
Welcome to the new suburban fables. Dressed up like a tomb inside a cradle. If you're paying peanuts, you get monkeys. You better save that silly money for junkets.
Who's gonna pick you up?. Who's gonna bend your rules?. Who's gonna be your prop?. Who's gonna play your fool?. . Nobody knows just how it feels today.
[Words and Music - Williams]. . The kingdom lies in shadows, now the sun is burning grey. will we even live to see tomorrow?. The echoes of the battlefield still ringing in our cars.
[WORDS & MUSIC - WILLIAMS]. . I search the ruins of the world I call my own. In hopeless desperation now I make the journey home. I find that everything is not the way it was.
The cigarettes and phone calls don't keep me warm. But they're my only option. Short of driving home. To try and calm my nerves of this unrest. . Cause nothing's worse than a vacant town, yeah.