So let it rain. Or let the sun shine down on me. I feel no pain. Now that your here it's all the same. . You are the one. I should have known. I'm blown away.
You spread your rusty fingers across the ledge.. You get your grip and peer down over the edge.. You watch the city move and breathe and migrate.. You're not apart of it. You're broken now, like us..
You took your hits with the bruises on the soles of. your feet. Well who's to say if they're deserved? But you're. turning reckless now. I heard you saying through your teeth, that you'll take.
Blackberry way absolutely pouring down with rain,. It's a terrible day.. Up with the lark, silly girl I don't know what to say,. She was running away..
Stand and move and walk across the water.. Peel the cover from the city.. Watch its insides twitch and smoke and rotate endlessly.. Sinking. Moving deep beneath the water..
Working on the road across this great big world. I've been rolling like a stone, I never get back home. Yes, I've been long-gone. And boy, I've got the Birmingham Blues.
There's a light bulb dangling from string. It's slowly swaying up over my head now. As I jot down the words that'll never be sung. And wait for my headache to numb.
Seems like the roads stretch out like veins, but there's no heart.. Nature's haircut is concrete now, and we played our part.. So we sing .... . I've lost my taste for modern things. They're not for me..
I've been thinking it over. So many times they say. You got it made. They never understand. The answer lies within your soul. 'Cos no one know which side.
Out in the fields the skies crack and peel.. While off in the distance the buildings collide.. And down in the grass is a sea of broken glass.. And remnants of lives that I used to label "mine.".
In the land they call the west. On the prarie's virgin crest. Lived a great man and his braves. And he led them to their graves. . Big chief plays with baby son.
She cried to the southern wind. About a love that was sure to end. Every dream in her heart was gone. Headin' for a Showdown. . Bad dreamer, what's your name.
She cried to the southern wind. About a love that was sure to end. Every dream in her heart was gone. Headin' for a showdown. . Bad dreamer, what's your name.
The next train arrives on here at five o nine. I'm standing where my daddy used to be. To follow his footsteps takes me three stops down the line. Down to the ben crawley steel company.
Can you hear me?. Ahh, something, something. . Believe me now. I could never say goodbye. Don't leave me now. Believe me now.
There we go, running before we can walk again. . Can you imagine the hours I keep. . Learning to sleep again, see her face again. . Blast the world, fruits of the morning....
Beatles forever. There's something about a beatles' song, that lives forever more. The beauty of the harmonies, the sound of the fab four. All their music will live on and on, john 'n' paul, george and ringo.
Love my baby in the afternoon. But she's crying, crying. Told my baby in the afternoon. But she don't like it, she don't like it. Baby used to love me so.
Got love, if that's what you need. I got three or four babies sitting on my knee. I got good love waiting for you. I come sneaking around the corner of the avenue.