"Rest you head my love;. Rest your tired limbs;. Leave your mind at peace, at peace, at peace,. What are you thinking now?". "Thinking of a girl. As golden as the sun.
Oh, look outside the window. There's a woman being grabbed. They've dragged her to the bushes. And now she's being stabbed. . Maybe we should call the cops.
All alone at the station. Oh, how I needed a drink. And as I stared at the table. I was starting to think. I must have fallen for love again. You've got me counting the days.
I'm a Baltimore believer,. Ever since you have come back... . We had nothing, but we had it all. Two country kids, on a roll. The sights and sounds of a living town,.
Ain't got a BMW. I've got a truck note overdue. I ain't a millionaire it's true. But I got it all when I got you. The rich man's got nothin' on me. No, there ain't anybody.
I'd like a one-way ticket home, ticket home. Where I can watch television, talk on the telephone. But every town I wander there's a billboard on a throne.
Somewhere between the shades of grey. Where the sky meets the ocean. Invisible steel kissed the waves. Here it comes through the rain. Watching alone for birds of prey.
Hup, two, three, four, marching down the street. Rolling of the drums and the trampin' of the feet. General salutes and mothers wave and weep. . Here comes the big parade.
Looks like everybody's here. Had to put some foldin' chairs in the vestibule. Yeah, it's gettin' full. . Even old Aunt Ruby came. Her first time on an airplane.
Well, sometimes I am happy, sometimes sad. Thinkin' of the good times I have had. Thinkin' of the places I have been. Sometimes down, sometimes up, sometimes in.
"All the World's a stage,". A friend of mine, he sometimes said,. And though he tried to show the way,. They only care about his name.. "Love is for the Fool,".
Well, a note said, You've had time to think about it. Looks like to me you're feelin' kinda crowded. You're not looking for anything permanent here. So my rodeo is packed and it's in 'goodbye gear'.
Another sunday morning, another time to pray. A brand new dress to wear and a doll to put away. Another sermon, another hymn to sing. And on her hand a golden ring.
I hear the birds come greet me in my morning,. They sing the songs of love in tongues of ages past,. And all the while a vision is unfolding,. The Moorhen pipes at me, "don't sleep the day away"..
I guess, I gave myself to someone. Maybe a time or two. Well, I tried, I went through the motions. What was I supposed to do. . Well, I spun my wheels.
Hello, hello, hello, is there anybody home?. I've only called to say, I'm sorry. The drums are in the dawn and all the voices gone. And it seems that there are no more songs.
[From the CD of Invisible Men]. Sunday morning. There's a cold wind. Down by the Tatterdoo. Rocks are scarred with blue. No one saw her. Like a seabird.
Christmas shoppers shopping on a neon city street. Another Christmas dollar for another Christmas treat. There's satin on the pretty dolls that make the children glow.
Life Ooh, life, Ooh yeah. One day you're up high, you're flying through the sky. Got a peaceful mind and everything is all right. Next minute you're face down in it.
Pre>. D g a. Niko mchunga ngombe (I take care of cows). D g a. Niko mchunga ngombe (I take care of cows). G. Sasa sasa (now now). A d. Twende mbele (let's go ahead).