Bright yellow light. This balmy night's too long. My broken record. It's always on. . My yellow light's too low. My broken record. . My father told me never to run.
I had an uncle name of Matthew. he was his father's only boy. Born just south of Colby, Kansas. he was his mother's pride and joy. . Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on.
You're all too older today. All my words, they've flown away. I'll wait around for another soul. With those birds out in the bay. Making their rounds like I knew they would.
Lord pick me up, Dust me off. I've been running, but now I'm lost. I don't wanna be with this misery,. Make it go. . Get me right, make me strong. let it out, it's been too long.
I didn't think it could happen again. I'm just too old and set in my ways. I was convinced I would always be lonely. All of the rest of my days. . Maybe I gave up on romance.
On the road of experience I'm trying to find my own way.. Sometimes I wish that I could fly away. When I think that I'm moving suddently things stand still.
Usually in the morning. I'm filled with sweet belonging. And everything is beautiful to see. . Even when it's raining. The sound of heaven singing. Is simply joyful music to me.
All my bags are packed. I'm ready to go. I'm standin' here outside your door. I hate to wake you up to say goodbye. But the dawn is breakin'. It's early morn.
Dashing through the snow. In a one horse open sleigh. O'er the fields where we go. Laughing all the way. Bells on bobtails ring. Making spirits bright.
You can do whatever you want to do. Wherever you want to go it's up to you. And wouldn't it be fine. Following your heart, playing your own part. . You and me out on a farm, let the sun be our alarm.
There's a full moon over India. And Gandhi lives again. Who's to say you have to lose. For someone else to win. In the eyes of all the people. The look is much the same.
He came looking for the answers to some questions on his mind. seeking truth and understanding in the hope that he would find. a way to better serve his brothers and his sisters in the sun.
I know how it feels to be head over heels. To be lost in true love and the light of the moon. When everything seems to be coming up roses. And every word seems to be rhyming with June.
I'd sing you a song, without a word. Still you would hear my tune. I'd give you a day, without a time. So it won't end too soon. . Anything, I would do.
It's cold here in the city. It always seems that way. And I've been thinking about you. Almost every day. Thinking about the good times. Thinking about the rain.
Jessie went away last summer, a couple of months ago. After all our time together, it was hard to see her go. She called me right up when she arrived.
There are children raised in sorrow. on a scorched and barren plain. there are children raised beneath the golden sun. There are children of the water,.
I remember romance. Bubblebaths at night. Breakfast in the afternoon. Love by candlelight. Love by candlelight. . I remember romance. And lying in her arms.
I guess he'd rather be in Colorado. He'd rather spend his time out where the sky looks like a pearl after a rain. Once again I see him walkin Once again I hear him talking to the stars he makes.
Di di di di di la la la la la la. In a spaceship over the mountains. Chasing rainbows in the setting sun. Leaving heart and home for the city of angels.