I was born in a hurry but there wasn't any place to go. Nowhere fast seemed better than nowhere slow. I never really got the hang of hanging around. .
Chris Isaak. Very Pretty Girl. . You're a very pretty girl. you ought to know better than to lie to me. you're a very pretty girl. you're making it harder than it ought to be.
Rollin' down a long highway, out to New Mexico. Driftin' down to Santa Fe, to ride a bull in a Rodeo. He's hooked on a feelin', addicted to a natural high.
I know I should try, and I do.. I know that I can't win.. But I try for you, sometimes I pretend.. I've found my happiness.. Dark is day, and the night is blue..
Rollin' down a long highway, out to New Mexico. Driftin' down to Santa Fe, to ride a bull in a Rodeo. He's hooked on a feelin', addicted to a natural high.
No stars in the sky. The night seems so dark around you. You won't say a word. And wonder why no one's found you. Waiting for love. Praying for love again.
There used to be a time candlelight and wine. Was all that a woman would need. Man you were a winner if you took her out to dinner. Or a movie she wanted to see.
I've been traveling over mountains. Even through the valleys, too. I've been traveling night and day. Running all the way. Trying to get to you.. . Ever since I read your letter.
He was just a hometown cowboy, his belly kind of fat. Acme boots up on his feet and a big U roll it hat. He was entered in the bull riding, he did it on a dare.
I know i let you down the last time.. You said then there'd be no next time.. One more chance is all I'm asking.. Is it so hard to be forgiven?. . If only i could make you see.
While driving down the last four miles of gravel road to home. All the old familiar landmarks seem like long lost friends. And as he pulls in to the ranch he sees his mom hangin' out the wash.
If I had to tell now the way I feel about you I'd say nothing.. 'Cause when I try to tell how I feel you know I'd only end up crying.. This love will last. This love will last..
There's a place out west where the Powder River runs off the Big Horn Mountains. And winds it's way out across the plains. It's a land of red walls blue sky and clean air.
Written by: *Chris Isaak. The future looks so bright ahead, the past is far behind.. I think of all the things we said, and you are on my mind.. Think of tomorrow. Think of tomorrow..
Trying to rememeber what I know I should forget.. Trying to forget her but I really haven't yet.. Things go wrong, things go wrong.. Trying to rememeber what it was I said you'd done..
Is it time for me to take my pill,. or is it time for me to die?. All I ever wanted to is kill,. I don't even know the reason why.. What's the use in looking at the past,.
Well a few years back. Me and ol' John worked the Calgary rodeo. We were hangin' around town with nothing to do. And nowhere else to go. . And cowboys are known for their fun loving ways.
There she goes there she goes.. All dressed up and walking you found somebody new.. I don't want nobody I was happy with you.. There she goes.. . I never said I love you but you know that I do..
Just a rodeo drifter, he comes and he goes. Like a wild wind that blows in the night. The highways and back roads are all that he knows. He'll be gone with the mornin' gray light.
If you drive late at night, and pass the town at night.. And know that someone lies awake not sleeping.. If you drive fast at night, and hear the wind at night..