Six o'clock on Friday evening. Momma doesn' t know she's leaving. 'Til she hears the screen door slamming. Rubber squealin', gears a-jamming. Local country station just a blaring on the radio.
WIRELESS. . BACK WHEN SURFING MEANT CATCHING A WAVE. ROCK & ROLL WAS THE LATEST CRAZE. A HAND WRITTEN LETTER MEANT SO MUCH. INNOCENCE HAS LONG SINCE GONE.
WHERE TRUE LOVERS HIDE. . HEY BABY WHATS THE MATTER NOW. YOU GOT ALL THAT YOU ASKED FOR. DONT WORRY I WONT FORGET YOU. ILL ALWAYS LOVE THE THINGS YOU DO.
Every eye will go to you. You do not have a doubt. 'Cause baby, these appearances. Are what it's all about. . And if I told you how that looks. You'd say, I've got a nerve.
TURNING ON A DIME. . GET UP ITS MORNING. THERES STILL TIME TO CHANGE YOUR MIND. IM TRYING TO BE OPTIMISTIC. BUT SWEET DREAMS ARE GETTING HARD TO FIND.
Monday. seventeen degrees. the shadows disappear. all around you dear. until it's loud and clear. isn't it the truth. the whole truth. nothing but the truth.
I count the cases piled up high. For the 1:15.. For platform and for passerby. It's the same routine.. I'm ranting while I'm raving,. There's nothing here worth saving..
SPIN. . ROLL OVER AND FACE THE BRAND NEW DAY. ANOTHER ADVENTURE IS ON ITS WAY. MEDIA CIRCUS GOES ROUND AND ROUND. MY SIDE YOUR SIDE BRIDGES FALLING DOWN.
LIVING DAY TO DAY. . CHANGE CHANGE CHANGE. WHATEVERS EATING YOUR MIND. STRANGE STRANGE STRANGE. THIS WORLD IS SO UNKIND. I DONT NEED YOUR REASON. OR YOUR TWISTED RHYME.
I cant say that it doesnt hurt to hear the words of war come from you first. And a big deal I will not make cause some bridges are better left unburned.
I picked up that something of it. I could still try to make. Then watch me blink and overlook. What I undertake. 'Til I don't try. I don't try. and I don't want to try to anymore.
LIVE FOR TODAY. . MOST EVERY NIGHT. I HAVE A DREAM ABOUT YOU. BUT COME THE LIGHT. IVE DONE ALL I CAN DO. . THE HARDER THAT I SEEM TO TRY. TIME GOES FASTER MOVING BY.
When you're on a high. with no telling how. you got there. I might catch your eye. from a world beneath you. How do you?. Don't you recognize. what you are leaving?.
Well you cut me to the quick. with some kind of abandon. and I'm pouring over every word in my mind. And it isn't making sense. 'cause it's coming back at random.
WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO THE GOLDEN RULE. WERE THEY JUST WORDS WRITTEN DOWN BY SOME FOOL. HOW EASILY THE WORLD DOES FORGET. A LIFE OF HATE ALWAYS ENDS IN REGRET.
DARE I COMPLAIN. . IAM LIKE THE WIND BLOWING THROUGH THE TREES. FOLLOWING A VOICE CALLING OUT TO ME. DEEP DOWN INSIDE I CAN FEEL THE SOUND. WITH MY OLD GUITAR I MAKE MY WAY TO TOWN.
This story is past tense. and I did not want my cover blown. Thought well enough was left alone. and who decided you'd rescue me?. Yeah, I do agree. a bent and broken set are we.
Picture this, a small black box. To open it, unlock the locks. As I dissect in retrospect this scene. . You turned it on like a machine. A mechanizing go-between.
CENTURY MAN. . THE SUN CAME UP JUST LIKE IT ALWAYS DOES. SHINE DOWN BRIGHT ON THE TOWN. SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN THE VIOLENCE AND THE GREED. LOVE WAS TRYING HARD TO GAIN SOME GROUND.