Every town has a diner. Where I'll meet you and your friends too. Things are just a bit nicer over some coffee. You can tell me all about your day. I don't know much about you.
When we laugh indoors. the blissful tones bounce off the walls,. and fall to the ground. Peel the hardwood back to let them loose. from decades trapped and listen so still.
You were my army and I would command. Attack the holy land. And you were that interstate. That I would roll my tanks down. And color my stunned. And wake the children when I'm done.
There's no eye in the sky. Just our love. No unobstructed view. No perfect truths. Just our love. Just our love. And there's no verse. No monument of words.
Try to scrape it off the thought of skin against skin. Move it from the front to back and start it go again. . But the depression and time breed and multiply.
Lying in a field of glass. Underneath the overpass. Mangled in the shards of a metal frame. Woken from the dream by my own name. Well I was such a wretched man.
Summer's gone, I overslept and woke up to the chill of fall.. Overworked and now I'm all used up. . This TV haze sucks me through I watch the world through the inside.
The atlantic was born today and I'll tell you how. The clouds above opened up and let it out. . I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere. When the water filled every hole.
Leaving me, I'm sad and blue. Left with nothing but a picture. Third or fourth weekend in June, December seems to come to soon.. . Will you wait until tomorrow? Will you wait until....
Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth that touched. the lead to the pages of your manuscript.. I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my.
The glove compartment is inaccurately named. And everybody knows it. So I'm proposing a swift, orderly change. . 'Cause behind its door, there's nothing to keep my fingers warm.
This is the moment that you know. That you told her that you loved her but you don't. You touch her skin and then you think. That she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.
The morning sun's about to break. I'm looking in as you create someone. You lift your head and brush your teeth and make your bed. As if you won't sleep again.
On Two bicycles. On a hillside desolate. Could nature make a man of me yet?. . Under this charming car. This charming man. . Why ponder life's complexities.
I've got a hunger, twisting my stomach into knots. That my tongue is tied off. My brain's repeating,. "If you've got an impulse, let it out". But they never make it past my mouth.
His head was a city. of paper buildings. and the echoes that remained. of old friends and lovers. their features bleeding. together in his brain, oh ho ho.
So this is the new year. and I don't feel any different. . The clanking of crystal. Explosions off in the distance. in the distance.... . So this is the new year.
If only you'd had ksnown me. before the accident. For with that g! rand collision. came a grave consequence. . Receptors overloaded. They burst andz disconnect.
We're not the same, dear. As we used to be. The seasons have changed. And so have we. . There was little we could say. And even less that we could do.
And I'm standing up in my practice room. I'm all alone. Speaker's almost blown. And my new Gibson amp. Oh what the hell..... . Things are not so different in my vocal master.