So I go down to the lobby. And everybody stares. They say take off that foolish hat. What man? I say. . So I go down to the lobby. And everybody stares.
Theres only one place I gotta be. With music all over me. Baby theres heartache on the dance floor. . DJ show me some sympathy. Now where the hells my freakin song.
When it comes and you get the very shudder. And maybe you were not so much being like the other. So get in line you're losing time. Don't burn golden eagles just to feel sublime.
You watch the slow train moving through the city late at night. Adjusting back and forth against the darkness and street lights. I know that you're feeling bad but I'm glad you didn't lie.
I know there's a place that you call your own. And you're safe and warm and you feel like you're home. And the peace of it and the faith involved. And you go to say but there's no need to explain it.
A dozen drops fall from your face. Shaking the rain in a quiet place. Shining clean a fresh new day. Wakes up the world in a fragrant bouquet. Listen to the sound of a constant fall.
Bottom line, had enough. Im fed up working overtime. So frustrating. Its getting late. Seconds closer til I make my sweet escape. My heart is aching. .
The outline of the city, the sheerness of its height. I thought that I was kidding when I said, I love this sight. I love this skyline, towers rising from the trees.
I think Im losing my sympathy. I need a friend, a shoulder to lean on again. I felt the pain almost instantly. I can barely breathe. Its choking the life out of me.
I was dreaming in the steam room. Everything was so clear for a minute. And I thought, and the dripping tiles and. And I said, I'll confess everything".
Countless days in times of woe. Heady haze and bits of splendor. Conscious maybe yet half asleep. Wondering when the nice times leave. They were always at my side.
I got a vision, a teenage daughter. Who's growing up naked in the afternoon. I know a brother close to his mother. Who stays out late in the evening time.
Gimme, gimme, gimme. Gimme, gimme, gimme. . You call that hard?. You call this cold?. That's nothing. . Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.
Or say you're in a room. And there's a beautiful fire. And you're looking out the window. (At the snow and the winter streets below). But your eyes keep returning to the fire.
Hey, spider. You've got me in your web. You know exactly your prey. And I disappear into you. It's time to plan my escape. Because you found me, I must go.
Swing low, sweet chariot. Comin' for to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot. Comin' for to carry me home. . I looked over Jordan and what did I see?.
It must have been a miracle. Sent you down to me. Reminded me of me. And then I needed, I wanted. You made me come alive. You made me (live?), you made me die.
And when he came I fell into his deepest eyes. And begged the difference between love and open. . Come one give your love to me. The first time I leaned over you and looked into your eyes.
You say that your turkey. Is rising in your blood now. Take a load of juicy juice. Just turn your self loose. Button up your directions. Let loose as a goose.
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo. As I walked out in Laredo one day. I spied a young cowboy dressed up in white linen. Dressed up in white linen as cold as the clay.