Well it's a new year. With it comes new hope and new fear. Met a young man who was in tears. He asked me what induces us to stay here. I said I don't know much.
I am in love and I am lost. But I'd rather be. Broken than empty. Oh, I'd rather be. Shattered than hollow. Oh, I'd rather be. By your side. . Now I can't believe that it's been five years.
I don't want to wait anymore I'm tired of looking for answers. Take me some place where there's music and there's laughter. I don't know if I'm scared of dying but I'm scared of living too fast, too slow.
I never thought that I was weak. Always thought I could get hurt pretty bad. Still get up on my own two feet. . I always believed that I was free. That I had some sense of integrity.
I never thought that I was weak. Always thought I could get hurt pretty bad. Still get up on my own two feet. . I always believed that I was free. That I had some sense of integrity.
In the hearts of men. In the arms of mothers. In the part we play. To convinve others. . We know what we're doing. We're doing it right. They've written books on the subject.
At ten in the morning. I was laughing at something. At the airport terminal. At nine in the evening. I was sitting crying to you over the phone. Well passing the border from a state to another.
It's me, it's me, you've come to take. My duality awakes. By midnight time I could not see. If I were you or you were me. . We play the game with skillful hands.
You've spent a year staring into a mirror. Another one trying to figure out what you saw. Paid so much attention to what you're not. You have no idea who you are.
Now, I see winter's dawn. The wind turns traitor cold. Seems long since summer time. And the stories that were told. . We spoke of dreams that came to us.
Sometimes I recall the motion. Of a hand waving good-bye. I try so hard to find the feeling. That still lingers on inside. . But every single morning I'm running.
Oh the bitter winds are coming in. And I'm already missing the summer. Star comes cold but I've been told. That I was born to endure this kind of weather.
Rose after rose of passenger place. Headed out again, running all in vain. Motel blues, only bad news. I'm never looking for you. You'll find me all the same.
Will you look at me?. Take a good look at me,. and tell me who it is that I am.. This old mirror, it is broken,. there's too much drift in the dam.. .
In the morning on the train. You sit and stare at the rain. Or bury yourself in your books. Don't look at no strangers. No, don't give them any looks.
I fell in love with you. Long before I knew. What it meant to give everything. I was a rolling stone. Rolling my way along. Till you came. And made sense out of everything.
Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together. I've got some real estate here in my bag. So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies.
Lately I've been thinking about the past. How there is no holding back. No point in wasting sorrow. On things that won't be here tomorrow. . But you and I well we don't need to speak.
Being your own saviour, saviour. Is it saving you?. Rocks and gravel build a road. That's alright. But you're on your own. . Take me back to that midnight moon.
Now the pale morning sings of forgotten things. She plays a tune for those who wish to overlook. The fact that they've been blindly deceived. By those who preach and pray and teach.