Times don't change. This I know. It's a sad, sad world. Wherever you go. . But life has two faces. The frown and the smile. While it hurts so bad sometimes.
Grandma sailed the Irish coast. When she was barely thirteen. She was young enough. To believe in her dreams. . Working at a sweatshop. Down on Bleeker Street.
I'm not gonna write. About the way things have been. 'Cause lately they haven't been so great. I keep falling down, I keep giving in. I'm scared this is my fate.
I know the truth about You. And how You feel about me. I know the price that You paid. To hide the secrets I keep. And I know what it means. I know what I must do.
Sometimes I wish I had a pair of blinders. To cut down my point of view. Maybe then I could concentrate. On just living my life for You. . I'm just a temple of flesh and blood.
Last night I dreamed of horses. Coming for my soul. Taking me to places. I wasn't ready yet to go, no no. . Last night, I dreamed of silence. The silence that I keep.
Tonight by the glow of the firelight. You found the courage to speak your mind. And tear down the walls. You've been hiding behind. . You spoke of your struggle.
I'm sitting here and I'm waiting patiently. For the clock to turn, it's not all that fast today. So, I'm on my own but I know I'm not alone. I'll be witnessing a happy ending.
You called me up today, tangled in your tears. All tied up and twisting, I told you sit and wait. That I would be right there with a heart and soul to listen.
I don't know the way that I will go. I don't care whether fast or slow. Just take me there, now, anyway you can. . I don't know who I really am. I don't know how to be a man.
In a hotel, in Kansas, I read the Gideon's bible. I was looking for something to set me free. Out the window I watched headlights. And I prayed for revival but no answer came to me.
Just smile and swallow. Nod your head and look away. Raise your chin and walk away. That's the best way. . Well, you know, I know. Well, we both know.
I was just about to tell You. What I'm sure You already know. How my throat is tight with crying. Yet my soul is arctic blue. . 'Cause I've seen some tears that didn't move me.
May the words you speak. Mean nothing to me. Mean nothing at all. So I won't feel the pain. . And you do not understand. It's here in my heart. It's here that I cry.
Every now and then. There appears a sign. That points just 'round the bend. To a place you'll find. . Covered in clover. The magic comes over you. Showing up right on time.
She drives herself through the streets. Watching eyes so blindly. Taking pictures she can't see or show. . On her mind is who to meet. Cautioning too kindly.
You stroll along. Retrace your footsteps. You see a child. He's left alone. . Alone to stay. Alone with no one there to play. You recall your childhood.
Don't close your eyes. They may not open. What if they open. Would you be alive. . Everyone falls. But not everyone rises. Why don't you get up. And rise again for me.
So, what have they done to you. You were a child. You used to see it through. What have they done to you. What have they done to you. . You used to smile.
I see, the words are kind of hard. You don't know where they are. Here's a start. . I see, the words are kind of harsh. You don't know where to start.