At the seasons change. like an oak I stand. memories like leaves. wither from my hand. but you will never leave. cause what you left behind. carved into my skin like a valentine.
Love like a greeting card, so pretty and unnecessary. penned by defeated hearts run out of words to say. and I know this beat-up car dont look like shell last for very long.
Havent I seen your face before. Havent we crossed this bridge a dozen times of more. Didnt I stop you when we were walking out the door. Havent I seen your face before.
I dont think about her now. thats what I taught myself to say. but memories I cant allow. still echo back from yesterday. . and Monday morning brings the rain.
Well Im thankful that the sun came up this morning. though I didnt sleep a wink at all last night. and the feelings crept upon us without warning. but we had to bring these thoughts into the light.
WMD. Theres a club on the left. And a club on the right. The process of admission. Is forgetting about whats right. Shielded from the problems. They cast upon their droves.
Im a little bit rusted, a little bit worn. my frames just a little askew. my manuals missing, my packagings torn. but Ive got an offer for you. . if youre in the market Im here on the shelves in the back.
A town like this can tear you down until you feel theres nothing left to hope for. a day like this can chew you up and spit you out and leave your head on the floor.
If I decide to go 'round the world. just to kiss a sweet oriental girl. ain't got nobody stopping me. I lift the anchor and go. I run a one-man show. .
The winds came up and my walls came down. And I try to hold onto the good things now. I boarded up my windows while you got out of town. But its quiet now in the eye of my hurricane.
June arrives and I am left alone. Six hour drive to get back home. I try to play the radio. But these pop songs wont commiserate. Atlantic stretched beneath your wings.
Midnight at Niagara Falls. A picture for your bedroom walls. But all the while your heart stayed closed. Silver waves on yellow beach. And happiness within our reach.
We fell out of the sky, two little snowflakes on the wind. we knew when summer arrived our mountaintop days would have to end. winter brought us to life, spring began our ending with a thaw.
Everybody thinks they will have a time to shine. but everybodys life gets a little weird sometimes. so open your eyes, say your goodbyes, watch all the lies disappear.
I remember the stories you told. About the ones who came before me as I held you in the cold. And how youd end it before it got old. Im just another memory as your story unfolds.
I wake up in an empty room. 2:15 in the afternoon. tangled sheets are my cocoon, but Im no butterfly. maybe Im a gypsy moth. a wandering soul in somber cloth.
Another day has gone, I'm still all alone. How could this be that you're not here with me. You never said goodbye, would someone tell me why. Did you have to go and leave my world so cold?.
I sit down to write a song and I think to myself. What exactly do I want to say?. Then you come to mind like nobody else. And all the words just fall into place.
It's gonna go a little something like this. Gonna lean in to give you a kiss. You're gonna get a little tingle in your lips. And I bet you'll want another.
I know you wanna leave me,. but I refuse to let you go. If I have to beg and plead for your sympathy,. I don't mind coz' you mean that much to me. . Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin.