I'm not asking no more i'm begging i'm not condemning i'm understanding coming to the point of. realization I fallow my heart this is my life and I will fight for what I believe I eiil not lay.
The tightope I walk everyday you choose your own path and i'll choose mine you self centered life that's where. I draw the line your age of reason you let me down show no discipline I'll kiss the ground age of reason let me.
[Written by Blackmore, Gillan, Glover, Lord, Paice]. [Words butchered by Casey Orr]. . Nobody's gonna take my car, it's gonna race you to the ground, yeah.
It's a dirty job but someones got to do it. So open up your ass so I can look into it. 'Cause you never know what you're gonna find. When you ram your fist up a person's behind.
Mamma's little Baby got busted, busted. Mamma's little Baby's goin down down down down. . Down to the cell where Bubba crowns you queen. Where the floors are cold and the bunk's unclean.
Some may call me pig, but you may call me 5-0. . Very few have the nerve. to protect and to serve. Fighting crime. Everyday I put my life on the line.
A thousand years i've stood here. I'll stand a thousand more. Seen kingdoms rise and fall. Seen pestilence and war. . How swift are your little lives.
I'm freezing; I'm cold. I've fallen into this dark hole. Lights out; in darkness the fears unhold. . Drown in waves of no meaning. Through the night I am screaming.
There are strange signs in the air tonight. The walls creep close. Surrounded by liquid shapes and shadows. . The minstrel is convincing tonight. To me and to the forms that fly.
Here I stand looking at the sky. It has never been so red before. Here I stand looking at the mountains. They have never been so tall before. . Now the road lies ahead.
Now as I'm sitting here. My life passing by. I recall the things I've done. I watch the sun. . But this is not the end. No the end I'll never see. And I'll be moving on.
Here I am, can you feel me breating. In the rhythm of the world I'm in. . Here I am, can you feel me breathing. In the rhythm of the world I'm in. Reaching out I caress the trees.
A stron wind blew across the bay. A word for happiness on that day. The workers board their trains for home. Their shirts were dirty and damp. . And I stood there just like before.
I feed off light, light is my source. All evil thoughts and painful memories. Are washed away by the radiance. Of golden spring. . Standing as a flaming torch.
Striding forever down the road; continuous stream of losses. Leaving wrecks at every turning; broken glass and crosses. Whispers in the trees and ghosts in the attic.
See Tomorrow Shine. . In my dream.... 'Twas a cold morning when I saw the first of them. Tiny spots on the horizon. Their wings blackening out the sun.
Light flickers like burning birds. On the dark, silky surface. The willows are leaning over the edge. To catch a glimpse of her beauty. . Such a relief.
Strange how the world shrinks while you grow up. Some of it seems so long ago. It cannot really have been me at all. . As future turns to past. Premonition turns to reminiscence.
I met the old man. In the dephts of the woods. He said: i'll show thee a bit of the future. If perchance thou wilt listen. . [THE WANDERER:]. "The journey it has been so long.