Maybe you bought all the lines that she told you. Maybe they tore you apart. Maybe she shrugged off your finest emotions. Carelessly walked on your heart.
I seen an old fighter, tired and in trouble. Who just couldn't take anymore. Somethin' inside him kept fighting to finish. With only his feet on the floor-yeah.
Well, here you are, the final attraction. Awaiting direction. >from somewhere above. Your finest performance. Approaching perfection. I know what you're making.
Hey, doesn't it still look easy as it did to you?. Hey, wasn't it true, after all?. I couldn't help myself, girl and I can't blame you. The bigger the fool, the harder the fall.
I'd like to say that I can see the target of my destiny .. And that it guided everything I do .. I'd like to think that I could take a drink of you and just walk away but God and I both know it's not true ..
Written about Layla Al-Atar, a cherished Iraqi artist who was killed when a missile struck her home, instead of its intended target, a building where a trial was taking place concerning the assassination attempt of George Bush snr. The missiles were fired by the Clinton government..
Go on girl take your chances see how long you can go on from man to man. I can read the lines between your stolen glances. And I know it's time to fold this loosin' hand.
I was runnin' through the summer rain, try'n' to catch that evenin' train. And kill the old familiar pain weavin' through my tangled brain. When I tipped my bottle back and smacked into a cop I didn't see.
Thank you for a life that I'd call happy. Overlooking all that we've been through. When it comes to loving I've been lucky. Everything I am, I owe to you.
The knew the moment their eyes came together. They'd never need to explain. He was a bandit behind his behavior. She was precisely the same. Laughing and dancing those gay cabralleros.
Girl I guess I've been forgiving; I've acquired a taste for living. Just when I was close to giving up the ghost; and I be what I believe. About as often as I can be and I maybe can be oftener than most;.
Well I woke up Sunday morning. With no way to hold my head. That didn't hurt. . And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad. So I had one more for dessert.
See'est la belle 'la Louise Anne te va fomma faire ma faume. Ta jolie a ta meion a ta pas bon. . Why did you go and leave me in Lou'siana sweet Susannah.
There are shadows on the sidewalks. Of the city streets at night,. And the alleyways and ugly things. Are hidden from the light.. And somewhere, son, my baby's.
In a little cabaret. In a south Texas boarder town. Sat a boy and his guitar. And the people came from all around. And all the girls. From there to Austin.
i just wanted a ride. i just want you to know. i got nothing to hide. i got nowhere to go. . and the hunger is hard. as a promise to keep. and the night's are so long.
Maybe she was smilin' in the mirror. Maybe I was too, 'cause I was stoned. Singin' every sad song on the juke-box one more time. Honey, they were hittin' close to home.
I want to share your life every minute every day and night. And I want you to know that whatever you do wherever you go. Remember someone loves you honey no matter what I'll be your girl.
Looky here, who's in focus now. Hard and clear to the bone. No more fears that you'd notice now. Like a tear cast in stone. And she comes from a spring to a fountain.
I was born on Stagger Mountain in the sunshine and the snow. And leavin' was the first mistake I made;. But I hungered for the shadows in the valley down below.