This view of the clouds is golden in worth. But whats there to see if not planted on earth. The sun warms the ground thats under my feet. But your roots grow so deeper than these city streets.
What's that piece of ass I see walking over here?. What's that little shiny thing? Make it disappear. And when I walk I'm a cyclone. You should see it get rolling.
Once you've left a lonely rage on its own, it grows. And dynamite stuffed in a mailbox doesn't smoke until it blows. . And, oh, all the tears in four tiny years.
Don't know where we'll be tomorrow. But we'll beg and borrow everything we need. You're standing next to me, where I want to be. Is anywhere you are. .
See that girl alone. Dressed all in her evening clothes?. She's dying. 'cause her boyfriend didn't show up. . Pull her out of line. Stick her in a waiting room.
She said that it's probably a bad place to be. But it's probably worse than Manhattan. Looks like shit and it feels like America. Looks like shit and it feels like America.
I see the things you do. Do you think I wander through, half-blind?. I see the things you hide. The fear you have inside's nothing new. . But I would never wanna find out.
Cinco de mayo, blowout, denial. It wasn't fun this time, letting you go. What if I never, a bullet forever. Held out my hand to you?. We wouldn't have known beautiful flow.
I met him at a party. And he told me how to drive him home. He said he liked to do it backwards. I said, "That's just fine with me. That way we can fuck and watch TV".
You've told me maybe a thousand times. A smart girl would've recognized. There isn't any business in the street. . But some nights, Daddy. I catch you wrapped up tight like a sleeping bag.
I learn my name, I write with a number two pencil. I work up to my potential, I earn my name. I come when called. . I jump when you circle the cherry.
The things they say are getting harder to take. But I can't get out of what I'm into. And the jokes they tell are meant to wish me well. But I can't get out of what I'm into.
The things they say are getting harder to take. But I can't get out of what I'm into. And the jokes they tell are meant to wish me well. But I can't get out of what I'm into.
Okay, this guy walks into a bar. No, I'm just, I'm just fuckin' with you, I'm kiddin'. No, there's this, this young bull and this old bull. And they're standin' on top of a hill.
I'm gettin' over the smell of her perfume. The sound of her bare feet walkin' 'round the room. I'm gettin' over the taste of her lipstick. Her fingers all up in my hair and other little tricks.
There's a chain of tears. That's been-a holdin' me here. 'Cause you know. How much I hate to see you cry. . Well, before I go. I just wanna let you know.
She cut her teeth on the Rollin' Stones. 'It's Only Rock 'n' Roll' was her favorite song. But these days she's had a little change of heart. Now she's into fiddle and slide guitar.
Sometimes I think I'm just a crazy cat. Running around, don't know where it's at. Getting confused with my way of life. That's when you say, now you cut that jive.
Casper the friendly ghost. The friendliest ghost you know. Though grown ups might look in anger and fright. The children all love him so. . Casper the friendly ghost.
I can't believe you wanna leave. When you know it'll hurt me so. I'm down on bended knee. Begging please not to go. . Think of all the love we shared.