I've been waiting by the way. Chill of night and heat of day. I can't even count the hours. Wasted in these ivory tower. . When in doubt and deep despair.
Well I forded the river. I paid all my bills. Gave a gift to the giver. Now I'm headed for the hills. . I paid back my borrows. Likewise all my dues. I'll be gone tomorrow.
I went out walking up high timberline. Snow fell like kisses, the air sweet as wine. Calling me back to the days you were mine. So close to heaven, up high timberline.
Easy times come hard for me and oh my darling. Time again to dream that you are coming home. Happy times I've had with you and you know my darling. Will there ever be a time when I'm not alone?.
My roots grow by the river. They are deeper than the sea. My people and this city. They hold and anchor me. . While we sing "Hello, Ohio". Meet me there and you will see.
Part of me, you are a part of me. I never want to lose. Hard for me this is too hard. Maybe I can't get through. . What will I miss the most?. Pray that I'm haunted by your ghost.
I don't know where this is going. I'm taking a ride on a wing and a prayer. Follow me there, we'll both be surprised. . If we forget anything. Hopefully nobody will remind us.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to ride in your one horse open sleigh. Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.
Spill-tainted pages of poetic prophecy. Tickle my interest and taunt at my fantasy. Gentle new lover, favorite friend. With hidden desire that bothers my conscience again.
Wed wake the dead with the voices in our head. Weve gotten used to ignoring the truth. We close our eyes and breathe and eat the lies. That tell us were so much better than you.
Hello Ohio, the back roads. I know Ohio, like the back of my hand. Alone Ohio, where the river bends. And it's strange to see your story end. . In my life I've seen a thousand dreams.
North Pole man. Come in from the cold. North Pole man. It's gettin' old. . Cold hands, cold feet. Darn snow, darn sleet. It takes good friction. To make good heat.
Lord, we need a new redemption song. Lord, we've tried, it just seems to come out wrong. Won't You help us please, help us just to sing along. A new redemption song, a new redemption song.
Here's a little New Year's song. Don't worry it won't take too long. Just a bit of New Year's cheer. To say I'm glad you're here. . Little leftover Christmas tree.
I'm afraid, I've lost the piece of me. I need the most you see. This puzzle is really just about the need. To be somebody. . I'm afraid, I'm not all that you see.
My father's body lies beneath the snow. High on a hill in Holmes County, Ohio. From there you can look out across the fields. A farmer guides his horses home as day to darkness bends.
My love is a fever. My love is a fable. My love is jazz licks. Improvised by toddlers. Bold Ulysses by nursery rhyme. And firelight. . My love is a metamorphosis.
Someone's moving 'round inside of me. Someone's setting up shop where I can't see. But I'm fine. But I'm fine. In this melancholy room. . Someone opened up my mouth to speak.
Same old question. Without words. So familiar. Seldom heard. If I answer. I confess. I am only. Just a guess. And with my eyes. It's hard to see. With my ears.
Oh Lucy, it's not as bad as you think.. Oh Lucy, love's a fact that can make a girl drink.. And you say that it's over.. You say it's the end of. . Lucy, Lucy, Lucy..