What a day for a daydream. What a day for a daydreamin' boy. And I'm lost in a daydream. Dreamin' 'bout my bundle of joy. And even if time ain't really on my side.
Way down yonder on the bayou. There lives a little girl-o. Skin so pale. Six feet high. Skinny as a rail. Just one eye. She's the one-eyed Fiona. She's the one-eyed Fiona.
Let's have a hand for that young cowboy. And wish him better luck next time. And hope we see him up in Fargo. Or somewhere farther down the line. This time he sure drew a bad one.
When I saw the ambulance. Screaming down Main Street. I didn't give it a thought. But it was my Uncle Eugene. He died on October the second 1981. . And my Uncle Wilbert.
Come. And talk of all the things we did today. Here. And laugh about our funny little ways. While we have a few minutes to breathe. Then I know that it's time you must leave.
Close your eyes.. Never mind.. You can try and try,. But some days have no songs. And the easy things go wrong,. As you push your life along.. Hold on..
Man you better let go. You can't hold on to. What belongs to me. And don't belong to you. . I caught you looking. With your roving eye. So Mister you don't have to act.
Boredom. Hangin' by myself, in a bleak motel. Overnight in a small town. . Boredom. My mind's countin' time, trucks go rollin' by. Past the pumps and highway sign.
Go if you must go. Turn if you must turn away. Don't cry a tear for me. . Laugh if you can smile. Run if you're walking away. Don't cry a tear for me.
Well I've heard about the quarrels, and how it always ends. And how a couple loses edge and never make amends. And how they weave a false cocoon and how the web extends.
Interstate 610. Highway 45. A sun-drunk redneck. Barely left me alive. . That's when I saw her. Singin' and laughin'. Tryin' to pass me. In a Volkswagen.
Bald Headed Lena. Has anybody seen her. Cute as she can be. She's got a cue ball head. . That's hard as lead. But she's all right with me. Bald Headed Lena.
You got you some legs baby. That just won't quit. You got a pretty boy. And he looks pretty hip. You got you one on the sly. But you gave him the slip.
Looking down at the ground. To hide the sorrow drawn on my face.. Speaking words from your dreams. To disguise the lies painted in your mind.. . 'Cause I'm your pain.
She wore glass slippers. She held her head up high. She had that sparkle at her feet. And that twinkle in her eye. . She smiled at me. And I wondered why.
A glimpse of light breaks through. The ruins of our lives. My dusty eyelid rise to let hope. Blind my sight. . Between the closing walls. A breeze revives my mind.
Too much, too long. Fighting to heal the wounds. You made walking away. . Sinking deeper. Trying to deal with the hurt. Haunting in my dreams. . Too many times I've walked in the shadows on a Saturday night.
The night she is a true companion. They shuffle in. They hear the sound. But by night's end. It's night's abandon. You look across the floor. Ain't anyone around.
I lost track of good sense 'cause I never. Learned when to stop. . And somewhere along the way I dragged you. Into this mess. . I chose to fight but I lost.
I've been running to let go. I've been running away from home. My knees no longer hold. But I can't stop. . It's still too easy to run. . Time and Time again you fade away.