If I had my way. I would not be here. Not for one day. My leaving is clear. . I've had my share. Of heartache and pain. For happiness. I'm searching in vain.
Stranger at the gate, let him in. Stranger at the gate, let him in. Stranger at the gate, let him in. Won't you let him in?. . He's been waiting on the other side.
Ive separated my life from truth. This cold air taste real. Ive stumbled back, Im back. . My lamp is almost burned. Reminds me of your eyes. When you calmly said.
I've been so lost since you went away. I've been so sad without you. I wanted to be there, I wanted to hold on. And tell you, how much, how much I loved you.
What makes these boys fall hard. Over all the girls they have fought and won. These kings work hard and long. Just to ensure that their girls don't run.
Just a picture taken back in '65. We were young then, it seems so long ago. Play it one time, spirit of the '70s. Live forever, lead me on. . Oh, those crazy nights we'd spend our lives.
Tuesday came and I feigned happy. I'm so lonely here. This thing between my lungs is. Making me so tired. It's bleeding me. . You know me and how I hate this.
Disco la risco, Latin surprise. Dance floor a go-go, satin and thighs. Coke a la Cola, flashing her eyes. Get down and get with it. . Nights, boogie, lights.
This space is tight, I'm running out of air. And for the moment, you all can fit. This frenzied state has almost finished me. And I won't bide my time to see it blow.
All those arrows you threw, you threw them away. You kept falling in love and then one day. When you fell, you fell towards me. When you crashed in the clouds, you found me.
The cold in your eyes. Like the misty breath of a whisper. On an ice-cold morn. . The cold in your face. Like a dagger drawn. Like a flashing blade. In a killer blow.
When I woke up, I couldn't feel my arms. They felt as if they weren't my own. I don't remember if I really slept at all. I might have been out building walls.
It's been a long long time. Thought you were a friend of mine. Holding on the end of the line. I've been waiting for you. Seen the way the wind is blowing.
You look good but you don't look great. She's got you saying things on tape. You wouldn't tell your best of friends. You think this cycle never ends. Until you are old, it's sad, just how old you are.
The eyes of night march slowly by. The last grain falls. The kneeling man just sighs. . Protected by the one great wall. Of colored parts. He probes his clouded mind.
Driving down the road under the southern light. Looking back to see where we've come from. As we watched the sun go down. Rain it fell like diamonds from Kimberley mines.
Today I realized as I went walking. Hurried past the dark, far away from where I live. You are all I know, understand now... I'm fearful of the night and the things I cannot see.
Through the eyes of a child. There's no wrong or right. No reason to hate. No need for a fight. No color, no creed. No malice, no greed. Till the child becomes a man.
One more day down these stairs. His room is cold now and it hurts like hell. He holds tight, he stares. It's almost over and it's running through his head.
I'm hitting the road to heading nowhere. Got no place to go. I'm stuck inside my generation. Round and round I go.. . I'm sick of the sound of Rolling Thunder.