when I was a kid I thought my daddy was the Marlboro man. he would pick me up in his chevy truck to spend Friday nights with him. he was cool and quiet like Clint Eastwood.
There is nothing more to do. There are days for loving you. I'll never know, no I'll never know. . Oh what a world it would be like. To sit with you and talk all night.
How can sorry ever mend a broken heart?. What can I say when words can't make it better?. What do I do when I can't forgive myself for what I've done?.
I'm so surprised my head's still wrapping 'round what you confessed. You could have knocked me down, your words threw fists. On your way out you blew a kiss.
Birds flying high you know how I feel. Sun in the sky you know how I feel. Breeze driftin' on by you know how I feel. . It's a new dawn. It's a new day.
Jesus sitting in Alabama waitin on a train. Jesus sitting in Alabama waitin on a train. Got all his possessions in a walmart sack. He got to leave town and cant come back.
Sometimes I get emotional. Sometimes I do some stupid things. Sometimes I say what I should just keep inside. . Sometimes I'm sad, about everything. Sometimes I'm mad, and break something.
Curtains billow in the breeze. Dappled light spills down. Sparrow singing in the tree. "Hush," the leaves say now. . Ive been looking my whole life. to find a place where I felt I belonged.
Don't know why memories seem to pass me by. Broken the wings of a butterfly when you said goodbye. Late at night you're not here but it's alright. Now I seem to love you more since you closed the door.
I feel like a feather blowing in a hurricane. I've lost sight of the point, It all feels like a charade. I'm running a race like a horse whose leg is lame.
This time yesterday,. I thought I was gonna die,. Standing at the edge,. Of my ordinary life.. Now I'm looking far ahead,. I only see clear blue skies,.
Kids they watch everything you do. Kids they grow up to be like you. When your daddy left you standing there. Well, kid then you learned to disappear.
Day 2, What a parade, I don't know what to say. The people come and go all night and day. I feel nothing, and then I laugh or cry til I'm spent. A coaster ride, I'm screaming inside.
If I were a chicken I'd jump right up and crow. Cause youre so finger lickin, I want everyone to know. Keep doin what cha doin, Just keep on a doin what cha doin.
It was a sticky night in June of eighty-five. Down in macon county. . I just turned sixteen I was wild and green. And I was looking around for a party.
Light a candle for all the lonely. Like I used to be so I know. How it feels with no one and only. No sweetheart, nobody to hold. . Where, oh, where is the someone for everyone.
I've been sitting here on your front porch. Waiting like a fool I feel so confused. Nothing much has changed the picture frame's. Still laying in the yard at 14th Street and Mars.
There are about a hundred paths that I could take. It doesn't matter - any way I go is the way I go. And of all the 100 paths that I could take. I could just gather cobwebs, better still like the window sill.
All this wondering makes me tired. This sadness makes me want to sleep. I'm still listening for the footsteps at the door. This foolish heart is killing me.
All the things you are to me. Darling you have set me free. I'll always give you what you need. and what you deserve. All the joy and all this love. I know that it is from above.