I went to Staten Island.. To buy myself a mandolin. And I saw the long white dress of love. On a storefront mannequin. Big boat chuggin' back with a belly full of cars....
We got a break. Unbelievable. We got a break. Right in the middle of this. Hollywood heartache. We got this solid love. All around the town. Good hearts are going under.
He. In a shopping mall. Finally met the perfect girl. She is all that matters. The only one in all the world. Like a Barbie doll. Oh love is snakes and ladders.
(based on a poem by W.B. Yeats). Turning and turning. Within the widening gyre. The falcon cannot hear the falconer. Things fall apart. The center cannot hold.
Sisotowbell Lane. Noah is fixing the pump in the rain. He brings us no shame. We always knew that he always knew. Up over the hill. Jovial neighbors come down when they will.
Shiny toys--right on time. Shiny toys--right on time. Shiny toys. I'm reading people rags in the checkout lane. Look, here's a hunk--here's a honey. Celebrated people and their claims to fame.
I pulled up behind a Cadillac. We were waiting for the light. And I took a look at his license plate. It said, "Just Ice". Is justice just ice?. Governed by greed and lust?.
Where are you now. Are you in some hotel room. Does it have a view?. Are you caught in a crowd. Or holding some honey. Who came on to you?. Why do you have to be so jive.
I met a friend of spirit. He drank and womanized. And I sat before his sanity. I was holding back from crying. He saw my complications. And he mirrored me back simplified.
I slept last night in a good hotel. I went shopping today for jewels. The wind rushed around in the dirty town. And the children let out from the schools.
Ray's Dad's Cadillac. Rollin' past the rink. Past the record shack. Pink fins in the falling rain. Rollin'. To the blue lights past the water mains. Ray's Dad's Cadillac.
Magdalene is trembling. Like a washing on a line. Trembling and gleaming. Never before was a man so kind. Never so redeeming. Enter the multitudes. In Exxon blue.
Got to be a winner--trophy winner. Get to hold your head up high up!. Number one!. Got to be a winner--trophy winner. Get to hold your head up high up!.
The story hit the news. From coast to coast. They said you beat the girl. You loved the most. Your charitable acts. Seemed out of place. With the beauty.
Once in a while. In a big blue moon. There comes a night like this. Like some surrealist. Invented this fourth of July. Night ride home. . Hula girls.
I hired a coach to take me from confusion to the plane. And though we shared a common space I know I'll never meet again. The driver with his eyebrows furrowed in the rear-view mirror.
I'm going to take you to. My special place. It's a place that you. Like no one else I know. Might appreciate. I don't go there with anyone--but. You're a special case.
Words and music by Isham Jones and Gene Willaden (1942). So here's to you. May your dreams come true. May old father time. Never be unkind. And through the years.
When morning comes to Morgantown. The merchants roll their awnings down. The milktrucks make their morning rounds. In morning, Morgantown. . We'll rise up early, with the sun.
It takes cheerful resignation. Heart and humility. That's all it takes. A cheerful person told me. Nobody's harder on me than me. How could they be. And, nobody's harder on you than you.