Dreams drift away like leaves on the water. They roll down the river and slip out of sight. Too many times we do what we ought. Put off 'til tomorrow what we'd really rather do tonight.
Time after time, I've turned away from you. When all I had to do was surrender to your love. You've seen me stumble, you've watched me fall. And though I heard you call, I just wasn't strong enough.
A song for you this evening, and it's not to make you sad,. Or for adding to the sorrow of a troubled Northern land.. But lately I've been thinking, and it just won't leave my mind..
I walked down the hall where the woods used to stand. Concrete at my feet, brick walls at every hand. And over my head steel girders so strong. Where I first felt the spell of the Wood Thrush's song.
There's a red Ford pickup following me headlights off too close to see. I feel you all around taking me down the streets of your town. Sweet magnolias just in bloom black light decals quarter moon.
When I was alive the birds would nest upon my boughs. And all through long winter nights, the storms would 'round me howl. And when the day would come, I'd raise my branches to the sun.
I need to go down and wash my face. Deep in the river of my old home place. I need to walk in the waters, that once gave me life. Go over and walk the old railroad tracks.
(Guy Clark/Susanna Clark/Jim Janosky). Eight years old with a floursack cape. Tied all around his neck. He climbed up on the garage. He's figurin' what the heck.
I will pledge my heart. To the love we share. Through the good. And the bad times too. . I'll forsake my rest. For your happiness. 'Til my death I will stand by you.
When you moved out this mornin' without any warnin'. You said my heart would mend. Then you told me goodbye and said I shouldn't cry. 'Coz you and I can still be friends.
In the shade of this old tree. In the summer of my dreams. By the tall grass, by the wild rose. Where the trees dance and the wind blows. . As the days go oh so slowly.
(Rodney Crowell). I don't drink as much as I used to. Lately it just ain't my style. And the hard times don't hurt like they used to. They pass quicker like when I was a child.
She came from Fort Worth, Fort Worth couldn't hold her. Her dreams were bigger than the Texas sky. She's got a one-way ticket on the next bus for Boulder.
(Jerry Lynn Williams/Frankie Miller). I walked down to the river. Stood on the shore. Seems like the devil's always. Tryin' to get in my door. Just when I thought I couldn't.
A Midwest morning. October snowfall. She packed her Chevrolet. And she brushed the fear away. Shes got a great big dream. And a history of playing small.
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Oh, can't you see that pretty little bird. Singing with all his heart and soul?. He's got a blood red spot on his wing. And all the rest of him's black as coal.
(Bob Millard). When everything you own. Will fit in a paper sack. No one notice you leavin'. Nobody ask when you comin' back. You live in a rented room.
And my Lord, He said unto me. Do you like my garden so fair. You may live in this garden, if you keep the grasses green. And I'll return in the cool of the day.
Baby blue with wire wheels. I took her home the day that she was advertised. He sais she leaked when it would rain. Sounded like an aeroplane. But I knew she was a jewel in disguise.