I start every day with a smile on my face. And the feel of a kiss on my lips. When the world plays too rough, I can find a healing touch. Lifes never been better than this.
I start every day with a smile on my face. And the feel of a kiss on my lips. When the world plays to rough, I can find a healin' touch. Life's never been better than this.
He's not talkin' and she's not speakin'. And they're not budgin' and that's just that. And he's just fumin' and she's just steamin'. And they're not listening to the fact.
Alone at a corner table. She was watching me watching her. I was singing about an old flame burning. She was hanging onto every word. . I was pouring out my feelings.
Oh, what a beautiful morning. Oh, what a beautiful day. I got a beautiful feeling. Every thing's going my way. . He had a freezer full of bomb pops. Push ups, drum sticks and dreamcicles.
Catalogs fillin' up the mailbox. Home shopping on the cable box. WWW dot, oh there's no escape. Delivery truck coming up 'round the bend. . Beep, beep, beep, just backing in.
Lyin' on our backs. we've stared at the stars. tryin' to count them. or guess how far. I still remember. the way that it felt. the night we hung our dreams out on O'Rien's belt.
(will jennings/annie roboff). (track 10 - time 4:52). . The lights of the city. Look good when you're leaving. You don't even count what you lost. . The streets and their madness.
Something cool, hey, won't you pour me?. Something cool, set one up for me. Anything will do. Just make it something cool. . Something sad, hey, won't you play me?.
She made her exit a month ago tomorrow. Called up her mama and asked if she could borrow. Enough money to leave for awhile. Mama said you always were impulsive child.
They were quite a pair. The way that love should be. They still held hands. For the world to see. She's thankful that she had him all those years. But she still has days, she can't hold back the tears.
Me and Billy Joe and Mary Beth. Were raised up on the path of righteousness. Made a solemn vow that we'd always be close. And never wander far from Sawmill Road.
She had trailer park charm, he carved her name in his arm. Then he slept with the waitress from the bar. Then she took a chain to his car. And broke the windows on the love they had, redneck love gone bad.
It's not about what I've done. It's not about what I bring to You, my Lord. It's all about who You are. And how You've made me holier. . Chorus:. . I'm alive, deep inside, forever changed.
Sittin' in my pickup truck. Listening to the country station. Singer singing 'bout a lasting love. Me, I'm losing patience. . 'Cause I don't know what he's talking about.
I always knew this day would come. World is just too small. To keep our paths from crossing. Here we are just look at us. . I always wondered what I'd say.