Bad move, baby I let you in. You're a tattoo under my, under my skin. And I can't wash it off. It's a permanent mark. . I try to let it go, I try to chill.
Things are too simple, things are too hard. Nobody's happy with the way things are. Looking for the quick fix, the short term loan. Got to rent 'cause you might not be here long enough to own.
Said the cloud to the sun, "Today's no time to shine". (Didn't you know she's gone?). Said the rain to the moon, "You're not needed tonight". (Didn't you know she's gone?).
We were 18 and 19. And paired off on Saturday nights. Down in the basement a big killer stereo. Dimmer switch on the lights. Jane was a dancer, and Paul was a drummer.
I rise and stumble from the bed. It wakes the worries in my head. And I pour myself a bowl of Cheerios. . Think about the good and bad. The happiness outweighs the sad.
I was lousy at math, failed historian. Carlene was the valedictorian. I was quarter back in the back of classes. She was the whiz kid in horned rim glasses.
Girl, you sure look pretty there. Standin' in the doorway in the sunset light. Or maybe I read you wrong. Thinkin' I could be your Mr. Right. . Well, I was puttin' my heart and soul on the line.
Well, Bobbi's been a friend since I can't remember when. We all went together to school. A linebacker, a quarterback-sacker. Yeah Bobbi, he's as strong as a mule.
So many choices in my life these days. So much confusion, so many shades of gray. That sometimes I don't know my left from my right. But I've got these old black and whites.
Well, maybe lately I've been. Acting a little bit strange. And maybe there's. A few things I need to explain. . So what if I call you at work for no reason.
Well, maybe lately I've been. Acting a little bit strange. And maybe there's. A few things I need to explain. . So what if I call you at work for no reason.
She's got, 'Honky Tonk Woman' on her license plat. She's got black, leather britches, long, long legs. She's got a booty tattoo, red lips and a tongue.
Ooh, alright. . If you're heading south on Georgia one twenty-nine. Straight into Athens past the Clark county line. There's an old Texaco right across.
What's become of our two hearts, lately we just play the parts. We say the lines but there's no spark. We never miss a cue but it's a passionless walk-through.
I was 10, I was thin, I was playin' first base. With a second hand glove and dirt on my face. In nowhere, Virginia. Who'd ever figure that kid in the yard would go very far.
I took a drive today. Saw an old willow tree. I thought about a bedroom window. Thought about you and me. . Yeah, talk about an endless summer. I'm still living it now.
I'd like to think that I'm alright. that I'm not empty every night. without your touch to fill me up. . And I don't miss your face. beside me on that pillowcase.
They washed him up, put him down. And lost his voice but he stood his ground. Wrote him off, forgot his name. But he beat em all and never played their game.
I am sinking in a river that is raging. I am drowning, will I ever rise to breathe again. I wanna know why, I just wanna understand. Will I ever know why? How could this be from Your hand?.
What's the reason why Da Vinci had to paint. Lennon had to write about peace. Martin had a dream, Patsy had to sing?. Where did Mozart find those melodies?.