Just a girl who can't say no. And her sweetheart on parole. Parents named her Jupiter. To bless her with a lucky soul. . He's a boy who never cried. When they locked him up inside.
You're such a natural woman. But you're so far away, baby. Your love is drivin' me crazy. I'm comin' home. . I know you can't live without love. I know you're feelin' so lonely.
Have ya seen us out my honey and me. Knockin' on the doors of fortune for weeks. In a big dead town where nothin' is free. Lord up above, throw me down the keys.
If the life you have created. Has buried you with luxuries, out-dated. And you ask what is the purpose. Too weak to claw your way up to the surface. .
There's a room where I can go. And tell my secrets to. In my room, in my room. (In my room). . In this world I lock out all my. Worries and my cares. In my room, in my room.
A flat-footed traveler came in off the street. And opened up his carpet bag of Persian at my feet. And gathering up the remnant trampled 'neath his heels.
Gift of the sage chaparral. Born of this bone-dry heat. In summer when roads turn caramel. The earthquakes and everyone leaves. . Where have they gone.
Love walked right in and drove the shadows away. Love walked right in and brought my sunniest day. One magic moment and my heart seemed to know that love said hello.
It's the luck of the draw. How you wound up with me. You don't know how at all. . But I beg you to stay. Crawl around on this earth. With the world's still small.
Faithless on the skids hung out to dry oh seen better days. With the sunlight fading like a tabloid and I I have found. All those double-barreled freedom fighters are in for themselves.
Never mind me 'cause I've been dead. Out of my body, been out of my head. Never mind the songs they hum. Don't want to sing along, nothin' that I said.
They had a crush on you river. Blue suede jacket and boots river. And your face shaped like a moon river. . You were like my own James Byron Dean. Private Idaho was my East of Eden.
If I was the Lone Ranger. Hiding behind a mask. Wouldn't be any danger. To the questions, I ask. What ya say, Pocahontas. . Trade in your feathers and beads.
A simple tale of rich to rags. But one that often comes to mind. The seer that looked into the mirror. And left his sleeping wife behind. I said goodnight sir john dee.
Bring me home to this house of many days. Just lay me on the floor, hard and cool as slate. You know I love it more and more, than before I ran away. It triggers off so many hurts, hurtful words and broken plates.
All the sailors with their seasick mamas. Hear the sirens on the shore. Singin' songs for pimps with tailors. Who charge ten dollars at the door. . You can really learn a lot that way.