She fell to the mattress. With the grace of an actress. You're falling like a thief from a roof.. She's asking for proof , "are you staying? ". Outside you hear mission bells..
I stepped into the room late last night. Because late is the time I keep. You were sleeping warm as coal. In a pocket of comfort and white sheets. . But you don't startle anymore when I step into the room.
This time let's not bring up my disasters. Or put me on some couch like Sigmund Freud. Your textbooks filled with hypothetical answers. So to summarize she called it null and void.
I'm only seventeen, but I want much more than a small town girl should bargain for. More than standing in one place, waiting for the next james dean I live in a town that's.
I've got a farm house,. It's a big white farmhouse. And forty acres in my head. You got a kitchen,. It's an oak floor kitchen. And a big brass feather bed.
You're my flesh and blood. But we're not the same. A common name. And now. A common distance. . I looked up to you. In your plush armchair. Respect or fear.
You said, "don't wait up, don't count the minutes.". So here I am watching paint fade from the walls.. On the tv, planes are dancing to the national anthem,.
Preacher won't you preach to me,. I need a pint of philosophy.. I'm hurt and thirsty, set me on my way.. Mondays come and mondays go,. But this one seems to be sort of slow..
King of 7th avenue I can count all the lights in the city from the ledge on the twenty- seventh floor.. There must be ten thousand window or more.. It's a hobby I can count on, helps me forget about the cold..
(spoken intro). . I get this message on the message machine that she's cooking dinner. Tonight so I go out and pick up a bottle of wine and when I get there I'm a little nervous.
The time, 11:33 on a saturday, november, 1923. I'm synchronized, it's wise to keep my wits about me. My name is roy, a one-time choir boy. . Now I'm sixteen, man, and I'm nobody's toy.
He's in an emotional prison. The self-inflicted kind. You're like a nun on a mission. To help that boy unwind. I said, "nobody's ever escaped alcatraz.
Maggie looks out her window,. Sees a cab in the street. Lets out a point-blank whistle,. It stops with a screech. She picks up the last box,. That sits in the corner.
If you could paint her, she'd be a picasso.. She's got a few things out of place.. Like when she smiles, it's slightly out of line.. It's half awkward, yet half grace..
My lips couldn't speak out on Marberry Street. You say you need something to live for. Out on this long winding road. If you need somewhere to go. I'll be the cab that you cry for.
The moon must know it's friday, he's been drinking all night. Crooning and swooning,. He says come dance in the half-light. So you whirl out a step, choreographed by wine.
Who let the dragonfly into my bedroom. Was it you?. 'cause it's buzzing 'round my head like a hurricane. Was it you?. . Moonlight on my window sill. Did it fly from the cornfield or up over the hill?.
Picture my face at your kitchen table,. We're both fifteen years old.. . Your parents are sleeping upstairs in their bedroom,. The house is quiet, but cold..
So you found yourself a corner apartment. With a view of the town all your own. All your friends say. The city's gonna kill you or cure you. Five flights of stairs to your home.
When he looked. Into a starry sky upon Jupiter,. With it's cold moons. Making their weary rounds.. . Did he know that the Pope. Would claim that he ran with Lucifer.