Put this dictionary on your head. And walk across the room. What a pretty dress. Take smaller steps. Look straight in front of you. One day you will find a husband.
What good is a microphone?. When your words, you still don't own. What good is this telephone?. If no one calls to say come home. . So what good good good is good for?.
I've been waiting. Come here and talk to me. I've been thinking. Over reality. . You're sly in your head. But not to me. . Everyone wants only the truth, but see.
Those other years, those dusty years. When we drove the big hearse through. I tried to forget the miles we rode. and Spanish Johnny, you!. Hed sit beside a water ditch.
We barely touch, we hardly say "Goodnight".. And how could she have known? She's only five.. I tucked her in, warm and safe.. 'Bout to close her door and walk away,.
Even cold wars have their warmer days. When everything stops and we sleep on it, it's when. Cold enemies look like warmer friends. If they don't, let's pretend, hey we've all got some rules to bend.
Shes gone, yes shes gone. Shes gone, solid gone. . Ah, the girls a valentine, shes fine. Her eyes are green and her hair is brown. Ah, thats a genuine woman that aint on hand in town.
I'm at the base of the mountain running up hill. You're either running for the top, coming down. Or you're stuck still. It's "Hello, have a seat," then it's farewell.
Lyin' here, so close I feel your breath dancin' on my skin. When we touch, I love the way you know exactly what I want. This is a moment away from the world.
These bags are carry-on. And filled with many things. Like songs you taught me. On rusty guitar strings. Buried deep inside. Are the shirts off your back.
Now, baby, youve been on my mind. Well, honey, youve been on my mind. Now, listen to me baby, youve been on my mind. I think about you almost all the time.
Hey Sylvan, what's to say?. It feels so strange. To sing your name this way. I'm a loss for words. Still looking for the one. Still searching on the tip of my tongue.
(Lisa Brokop/Ryan Reynolds). . Hey, hey, baby,. You seem so sure a-yourself,. Think you can make me love you,. Just you and nobody else.. Well, I might be already there,.
Well, I gotta kind-hearted woman,. do anything in the world for me.. Boys I gotta kind-heared woman,. Girl will do anything in the world for me.. Yeah, but you know these evil-hearted women,.
Get your thrills on Strawberry Hill. And all your wounds the berries will fill. It'll make your pain taste sweeter. It's when the time stands still, it'll lean on your will.
(Verlon Thompson/Suzi Ragsdale). You live and learn crash and burn. And come out of the ashes even more alive. You make your mistakes whatever it takes.
Hold on, this big wave. Will wash us all ashore. With nothing left to save. . So leave here, and be brave. There's nothing more in store. For a man that never gave.
(Bob Dylan). I got on a train. I can't buy a thrill. Well I been up all night, child. Leaning on a window sill. But if I die on top of the hill. If I don't make it I-I know my baby will.
You know she took the Chevrolet with her this morning, people. She didnt leave me nothing but a mule to ride. She took the car this morning. Left me an old mule to ride.
Oh, just leave it all. We found the pipe here that leaks between the walls. And like you it begins to all wash away from within. No more time on your side, nothing to tie you here.