I've spent my life following things I cannot see. And just when I catch up to them they slip away from me. I've been down a thousand trails I've never walked before.
I like the way you play your songs. I like the way you sing. You look so good in colored lights. And the brilliant spotlight rings. . And up there your eyes are fiery.
You don't have any secrets when you come into the world. You're open like a book and the pages get filled. The leaves keep turning and on every single page.
Dirty people take what's mine. I can leave them all behind. They can never cross that line. When I get to the border. . Sawbones standing at the door.
Enough with the mood lighting, I'm not in the mood. Apparently I don't have the right attitude. Do you think this is a sense, maybe that's what we need.
Written by Lucy Kaplansky, Richard Litvin. . I can bend back. And reach the days. When everything was new. When witches were birds that lived in trees.
When I found you,I knew that you'd be mine. It wasn't my first kiss, it wasn't my first time. But it was the first time I gave my heart. When I wasn't just alone.
There are demons in the water. There are devils in the sea. There are dangers in the current. When the tide goes out of me. . I could drink you under the table.
We were sitting at a cafe. You were listening like you had nothing better to do. You were feigning interest badly. I guess interest is too hard for you.
I was only a girl when I went out on my own. You wrapped me up warm and just let me go. Now I live at the far end of this long distance line. And I'm just another one who's gone and left you behind.
All of the neighbours went and closed their eagle eyes. Stacked one by one and floor by floor. The halls are empty, nothing left but our goodbyes. Behind a heavy door.
and while you wait the snow will fall again. and while you wait the year will end again. those little scraps of grace are lost so are we find again. and while you wait you'll change your mind again.
A house, not a home, was the picture Satan painted. For sweet little sister and me, our daddy would frown. While mother was prayin', his heart was so hardened.
Late night. It's your fire to flame. Wanting by any a name. To be her. Be understood. I'd say it. Don't do any good. . All of the times I've told you, I've been the same.
Never been so lonesome. Never been so blue. It's midnight on the highway. I'm coming back for you. . Stuck in Ozona Texas. Out on highway 10. I'm going to Arizona.
Seven Sundays late for front steps. Sitting warm in the midday block. Little bare feet, dirty forehead. I can see where your train will stop. . At the point of several mountains.
There is no one else around the road is quiet, the only sound. Is wind that sounds like cars that sound like breathing. The desert air is hot and dry two lanes weaving earth and sky.
Sadness is a little boy looking. Out the window high above the city,. Counting statues of people on the buildings,. Thinking that the people are forever,.
No, it's not her that's calling. It's just me. So settle your jumpy, broken heart. Just thought I'd check in on you. Wanted to see. Are you replaying every sorry part?.
Molly's sitting on her bed. It's Sunday afternoon. Radio's playing outside. TV bleeds from the next room. . Antiseptic in the air. Nurses laughing down the hall.