(Unknown). . All the lonely nights, listenin' for the 'phone. All the lonely nights, spend them all alone. Some lonely night, you're gonna stumble on someone you can't forget.
(E. Stevens/E. Rabbitt/D. Malloy). . If you ever need me, call me on your phone line. You've got my number, if you ever want me I'm your lifeline. And if you're ever lonely, I'm your loveline.
Question marks. In my head. My mouth cried. And my eyes bled. . I streched my thoughts. Put them on the rack. In a mind so dark. It's almost black. . Strategy [2].
Cool breeze look at me I'm smiling. It's become a rare occurrence I'm trying. To let my worries fade away. Hard hits times are hard, we're struggling.
Standing in line. For something to eat. Dragging my ass. Dead on my feet. No more possessions. Just my clothes. Down on my luck. And I'm sure it shows.
I don't wanna wait until some starry night. Baby, let me love you now. I don't wanna wonder what's wrong or right. I just wanna love you now. You know that I've been patient.
Vicious circle's got me down. Days turn into weeks of hanging out. Got to shake these soup kitchen blues. Growing tired of barley cabbage stew. . And there being nothing.
If I was your girlfriend I'd never let you go. I can take you places you ain't never been before. Baby take a chance or you'll never ever ever know. I got money in my hands that I'd really like to blow.
Eyes bright in the midnight moon. Teeth flash, a blinding grin. Lock up the boys, tie down the girls. Love Monster's on the loose again. . Hot dreams in the midnight hour.
No, there are no easy answers. To sum up the problems which we face. History's a lesson. Let us learn by our mistakes. . Just don't expect to make sense.
(Hazel Smith). . There's no doubt about it love ain't the question. And love ain't the answer to what's coming down. With more than enough to hold most folks together.
OLD, BATTERED BUILDING, READY TO CONDEMN. HIGH-VALUED PROPERTY, EXPENSIVE PIECE OF LAND. HALF-FILLED WITH TENANTS, ALL POOR ON WELFARE. NO HEAT OR ELECTRICITY, AND SLUMLORD DOESN'T CARE.
You gotta start each day with a song. . Lookin' for pussy, lookin' for pussy. Lookin' for pussy, lookin' for pussy. . I just gotta see her and tell her I need her.
Every day I get more pissed. Slit my wrist, slit my wrist. I hate to care, I hate relations. A pile stacked high of complications. . Every day I get more pissed.
Wish I was a plane, flying high alone. Heading towards the sun, taking myself home. Troubles far behind, worries down below. Floating by my side, clouds as white as snow.
WE WON'T MENTION NAMES. BUT WHY DON'T YOU EVER SHUT UP?. YOU'RE CONSTANTLY TALKING. AND I JUST CAN'T KEEP UP. CONVERSATION'S A JOKE. IS YOUR HEAD MADE OF OAK?.
(Ray Sawyer/Shel Silverstein). . Well here I am in the wind again, floating where it takes me. Laughin' and a soaking' in the summer sun, until the alarm clock awakes me.
Ive got my mothers dreams,. Ive got my fathers eyes.. You cant take that from me,. Just go ahead and try.. Theyve done so much for me,. So the least I can do,.
No blacks, no whites, no Ku Klux Klan. Orientals, Mexicans. No guns, no bombs, national front. No greed, no hate, no government. No smog, no filth, no factories.
(R. Haffkine/D. Locorriere/R. Sawyer/R. Elswitt/J. Garfat/B. Francis). . Alright, now everybody say hello to the bass. (What are you yellin' about?). Now we'd like to take this opportunity to introduce our bass player to his fans.