My heavy heart pounds hard tonight down this highway in the wind. The windshield wipers clean away the tears I cry within. The love I've thrown away, I know I'll never feel again.
I'm going out where the lights don't shine so bright. I'm going out where the lights don't shine so bright. When I get back, you can treat me like a Saturday night.
i wore myself in, i burned my soul out.. i was the worst kind of friend,leavin you with doubt.. now i can see everything im missin.. what have you been doin? i wanna leave ya quessin..
Because you walked - that lonesome valley. Because I met - you in your town. Because you saw - stars in the alley. When the street - light, you, did crown.
You might call it sad confusion. You might even call it off. But once you called me more than just your friend. Now there's more to what I'm thinkin'.
When nothing breaks your fall but the cold hard ground. and you're hurting in your soul and nobody's around. do you think of me. do you think of me. when you're searching in the dark and you can't find the light.
Mighty River, Muddy as Sin. Troubled Waters, Like the shape I'm in. . Would you open your Screen. Let a poor boy in. If I come back Home. Off the Streets of Sin.
My name ain't someone they would know. But I lived here not that long ago. She told me that she loved this little frame house. So I saved up some money and put a payment down.
I was standin' at a big hotel. Wishin' everybody well. But if anybody paid me, any mind it was hard to tell. . A big policeman on his beat. Pulled his pistol and he pointed at me.
Turn out the lights. We just need the lights from the tree. The kids are in bed, baby it's just you and me. Side by side, the fire is bright, on this oh so blessed night.
He had hair, black as a fiberglass speedboat. The morning air was crisp as a brand new bank note. He swaggered like a surfer on a Louisiana dirt bike.
There's a place I can go. Where I know I'll always be welcome. Night after night. When your memory comes around. . I just take a ride down the road. And look for the light.
Sister, soak the beans. I'll be comin Home to Chop the Onion. Mama, light the stove. It'll take a while for the cornbread to get done. I'll be comin' home.
She might be. Living in Dallas. Or Denver, Colorado. I know she likes it cold. She might have packed and moved back. To Alabama. There's no tellin' where she is.
And then she'd tell me. That women are only as evil as you let them be. When their luxuries are felonies. And they're killing me with all of that Goddamn jealousy.
Everybody said youd break my heart. Well, theyre right, your loves killing me. Dying feels so good so far. I wont fight, Ill go willingly. . But what a way to go, girl.
Once upon a time there were two hearts. On a road to happy ever after. And the story goes that the real world. Snug up and stole their sunlight and their laughter.
Met her in old Mexico. She was laughing sad and young. In a smokey room no-one could see. . Her favorite poets all agreed. Spanish is a loving tongue.
Baby like the night life. She can't tolerate the quiet life. She got a shakin' fever. Ain't nobody don't believe her. . She gotta get the gettin' tonight.