Dark the night and long til day. Do not bid us further stray. Dark the night and long til day. Do not bid us further stray. . Now the sun it does decline.
I looked over my shoulder. Straight into your eyes. As you stood in my shadow. In some loud disguise. You were lookin' straight through me. Like a piece of glass.
I met ray davies in a danish airport. Turned out to be a real nice guy. He said "keep writing your songs, man. As long as you can". And I think that was good advice.
[Verse 1:]. Ask, it shall be given to you*. Seek, and you will find. Knock and the door will open. And that's a promise. . [Verse 2:]. He said He'll finish the work He started in you.
People talking. And they're saying that you're leaving. So unhappy. With the way that you've been living. . We always wish for money. We always wish for fame.
Little fly, your summers play. My thoughtless hand. Has brushed away. And ended your day. . Am I not a fly like you?. Are you not a man like me?. Oh, I dance and drink and sing.
There are so many sides to every story. And this is mine. A dirty pair of hands sometimes has to come clean. And now is the time. I just couldn't see love's great defection.
Heard that she's back in town. Heard she's been seen around. I hear she gets what she wants every time. . I know what she puts you through. I know what you'd like to do.
I'm waiting, I'm waiting on You Lord. And I am hopeful, I'm waiting on You Lord. Though it is painful, but patiently I will wait. . And I will move ahead bold and confident.
I wish the war was on,. I know this sounds strange to you.. I miss the war-time life,. anything could happen then:. around a corner, behind a door.. .
I'm looking for those old familiar faces. In the places I left behind. All the Townsons, Barnes and Staces. And some good old friends of mine. Because everyone is someone.
Verse 1:. She was desperate. Down to her last hope. Now she crawls on her hands and her knees. Through a crowd on a dusty road. If she could touch Him.
Her I.D., says she's 21. But she's just 17. Her apron says Mary. But her real name is Jean. . She's working cleaning tables off. At the local Dairy Queen.
My cousin is in Columbia hunting down the rebels. Over fields of bright and shiny coca. Over the jungle floor one-handing a 32. He says, Bring her down low now, I'm ready to go.
These days I feel I'm fightin'. Everything in sight. I'm fighting for my freedom. For my life. Some bigshot with the money. Puts my back against the wall.
I wanna see something I've not seen. Something so big. I wanna be a part of something great. Greater than me. . It's time to dream big dreams. To see Your vision.
I can see there's no easy way out. A paper cup half-full of gin. Behind the wheel of a Lincoln Continental. Driving down your street again. . I take your ghost out on the freeway.
She's got a certain style. In everything she does. She's someone to know. Just because, yeah. Just because, yeah. . Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on, be my little baby tonight.