Girl, I wrote you a letter. A thousand old cliches but it's what I wanted to say. I brought you red roses, eleven just to shake it up. 'Cause a thousand's not enough.
I went for a walk in my old downtown. To the top of the hill and I turned around. Train yard's not what it used to be. The station's still standing by the factories.
Old memories mean nothing to me. They've all gone away from me now. I'm alone in the night it's plain to see. And old memories mean nothing to me. . It's the day that I'm thinkin' of.
it isn't me. it's my attention that you're missing. it aint my voice. but all the sweet things that i say. I'm not your only honey bee. who are you kidding.
One Room Apartment So Crowded & Small. The tomcats' meowing, and the babies all squall.. My Sister has a boyfriend , but when he comes to call. She sits on the sofa, and he stands out in the Hall.
On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota. I thought I saw you there. With the snow falling down around you. Like a silent prayer. And once on a street in New York City.
I can change the world, with my own two hands. Make it a better place, oh, with my own two hands. Make it a kinder place, with my own two hands. With my own.