When you're standing by the road side. And it's a long way to go. Oh to carry me. To carry me. Carry me. Carry me friend. Oh to carry me. . And together in this mad land.
You're there in black and white. Hundreds watch you every night. . You've been starring in a film on every weekend. On video and stills with all of your friends.
I wish that I could fly with you. Just wanna be with you. You've torn a little piece of skin. You make me feel alive and new. You are my oxygen. I'm sucking love through a tube.
I put my best foot first and it got burnt. Communication always hurts. I've got myself so deep inside a hole. I taste the air go thin as I get old, as I get old.
We fall right in and suffer the sins. Try to pull things round when the air starts to thin. We nurse regrets, restricted in our own belief. A new disease.
Turning in to something. Drifting off to always. Got to pull myself back in. . Holding back the questions. Bruised with all rejections. Got to pull myself back in.
Turning in to something. Drifting off to always. Got to pull myself back in. . Holding back the questions. Bruised with all rejections. Got to pull myself back in.
Sitting in the sunshine. Sipping cheap wine on a bed. Salsa in the summer. Some tequila for my head. . Just take me home, just take me home (Just take me home).
Cold hands. Warm me. Mouth dry. She can't speak. . She can't hide. She can't leave. She can't hold. What she needs. . If you wanna go. You can always go.
Yeah, we're gonna make mistakes. Politicians shake and fakes. Backs against the wall. Feel the world about to blow. . Yeah, I wanna stay in. . Were gonna turn it all around.
She likes big boats, big yachts, designer throws. She likes big blokes, body oil, sex that chokes. Her mother left her when she was fifteen. Out of the nest into the vacuum flow.
Talk about it. You dream about it. You feel that there's no place left to glow. Operatics, break the habits. You feel that there's no place left to grow.
Follow the river. Wallow in silver. Voices draw nearer. I'm counting out the day's wage. . Let it be known, lettin' it out. Let it be known, lettin' it out.
Looking through my window shade, stare at streets that bare no name. Now it all looks strange to me, yesterday seems like a dream. But I often try too hard, To break the routine of my day.
I've called you so many times today. And I guess it's all true what your girlfriends say. You don't ever want to see me again. And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten.
It's funny how I watch the day go by. I'm sitting watching TV. Talk shows high. There's banging on the walls. My head aches. I'm drinking out the world.
I can't dress so I can't dance to disco. I can't move and I hate the way my feet go. I can't dress but she thinks I'm on the clothes show. Why can't she see?.
Searching for the things that we can't see. The unknown. I'm just telling you. I'm just saying that things aren't quite the same. This time around. . You can't take that away,.
Across the western world. The fights are going down. The gypsy armies of the evening. Have lit their fires across. The nether side of town. They will not pass this way again.
Old jazz guys being interviewed. Thirty years beyond their prime. With memories of road shows. From the Golden Age of Swingtime. The piano player strikes a chord.