Where are all the Satchel Boys. Selling books outside the Metripole?. Books to read in English, books of light and sorrows. Of this foreign land and they are gone and they've flown away.
Only the young feel that love is a dream. From which they'll never waken. Their world is an apple on a tree. Just waiting to be shaken. . And only the young don't care.
I'm gonna open up the window and let in October. And roll up my sleeves in the rain. . Roll out on the freeway with a heart a little harder. Breezes gettin' cooler by the day.
I know you believe in miracles. And that this love will come back around. And I know you believe the grass is growing. Across this winter to the south of this town.
What the hell was I doing there in that fast food parking lot?. They say I robbed the restaurant and a Memphis cop got shot. I was trying to feed my habit, I was scared and I was high.
(Nanci Griffith). . Something's disturbed me. I'm out of your company. Out of the country. With another man's heart. I'm angered and doubtful. I'd shout a earful.
(Michael Burton). . While I was out a-ridin'. The graveyard shift midnight till dawn. The moon was as bright as a reading light. For a letter from an old friend back home.
You say you're heading out to California. You've heard the grapes are falling from the vine. I was hoping you might have the urge to write me. But I don't believe you will so never mind.
You'll never be the sun turning in the sky. And you won't be the moon above us. On a moonlit night. And you won't be the stars in heaven. Although they burn so bright.
Easy come, easy go, anything but easy though. You were here, now youre gone, thats the only thing I know. And its just one more sorrow to throw upon the heap.
(Suzy Elkins - Robert Field). . There's a morning train. Headed for New Orleans. Carrying bussiness men and week day shoppers. I have sixteen bucks and a dollar in change.
As the morning light stretched in across my bed, I thought of you. Remembering your laughing eyes and all we said, I love you too. As all my thoughts of you pass 'fore my face a thousand times.
Nancy Wilson, If I Had My Way. . I should have listened more and listened well. I should have been your shelter in the rain. I should have touched you more.
Oh, I wish that you would call. We have not spoken since last fall. And that smoky conversation's. Coming home. . Do I just read between your lines?. Yeah, could be this winter wine.
In the rush of the river and the roar of the crowd. You can't hear the silence calling. When it's merely a whisper of a cloud. In a crazy storm that pulls you on.
Are you sleeping now? It's midnight in Missoula. Where the Black Hills know your name. Is the snow piled high around your window frame?. Is there enough frost left to write our names upon the pane?.
oh, I doubt you're good but it fits as long as you take me there. don't care if you're sure to come on in as long as you're taking me there. . if you roll the dice there's a chance.
There's a light out on the freeway says, "It's time to go". I'm wasting my time counting stains on a barroom floor. Thinking 'bout my hometown and the friends I'll leave behind.
I will find somebody new. Maybe tomorrow. I will stop this missing you. Maybe tomorrow. Times the healer times the key. So all the wise folks say. Oh, maybe tomorrow.
My daddy was a longshoreman in New Orleans. My mamma kept score just watchin' the Mardi Gras. Oh me, I sat on the front porch watchin' the rails roll out.