In the cool cool cool of the morning. That's when I'm coming home. In the cool cool cool of the morning. That's when I'm coming home. . Stayed awake all night.
1. The sun comes up. The sun goes down. But everything stays the same. It's the same old movie. Or the same old song. Only the players change. It's either 9 to 5.
You've hurt me for the last time. These dreams we had are not mine. They never ever ever were. . It's funny how you couldn't see. All the things that I could be.
1. The sun comes up. The sun goes down. But everything stays the same. It's the same old movie. Or the same old song. Only the players change. It's either 9 to 5.
A heart is reaching out. It's finding there's no need to carry wrong. A love is biding time it takes to heal to move along. . I like the way that if feels whenever you're around.
Your touch. My skin quivers letting down my guard. Who knew giving in would ever be this hard. Cause I can't go on pretending you are nothing more. Than one night, heeeyyyy.
For days I have tried to forget you. And not care where you are, no matter where you are. But rainbows are not made from memories. I got to try to find a way to ease my mind.
Ponies on another display. Faces painted over a time that no longer is. Riding on another good day. Look at the show. Look at 'em go. Revel in the lies.
They can't see me peering outward through the window pane. Heart is beating, glass is fogging, breath inside escapes. Can you hear me? Thoughts are creeping from my mouth in vain.
There was a man who owned a part of town. Approached me in his own saloon and said. "Hey boy, sit down". Was I unemployed or would I like a job?. He said he owned the stage line.
I've been waiting all my life for someone like you. Do you like me. Am I pretty. . You've got all the things I'm looking for, you're perfect. Do you see me.
Trouble comes in shapes and sizes. Some of them are friends. Trouble is what trouble does. It always has an end. . I've got to keep myself together. Got to get it straight.
Trouble comes in shapes and sizes. Some of them are friends. Trouble is what trouble does. It always has an end. . I've got to keep myself together. Got to get it straight.
You're invited to join the procession. There is someone I'd like you to meet. She looks like she might be for hire. But you won't find her out in the street.
You get up every morning. From your alarm clock's warning. Take the 8 15 into the city. There's a whistle up above. And people pushin', people shovin'.
We rented a truck and a semi to go. Travel down the long and the winding road. Look on the map, I think we've been there before. Close up the doors, let's roll once more.
its been a good ride, the words you said to me,. words that scared me so terribly,. you see my friend the love was real. the love was real indeed,. . I would have walked 1000 miles to see your face again, its been a terrible few years living with a means to an end, if only I could have spoken to you, I tried I tired I tried, you were so tied up with anger it only made me cry..
It's a hurried up life. But it's the life I choose. No use in asking me to slow down. 'Cause I got nothing to lose. . But time and time is all I've got.
I've seen the morning scatter on your pretty face,. when we realized we'd let it grow just to bring it to waste,. but when tears, like leaves, left the sick top of our trees,.