I don't wanna go tonight, leavin' just don't seem right. And Lord my time is through with so much left to do. Listen to me Father as I close my eyes and bow.
Well, look at you. Youre walking on down the street. And you are finally free. But youre crying. . And look at me. Well, I got what I wanted. I am free now.
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And now, is it too late to say. How you made my life so different in your quiet way. I can see the joy in simple things. A sunlit sky and all the songs we used to sing.
Creation brings an offering. As autumn leaves turn to gold. The trees bow down in highest praise. Now made bare before Your throne. . The western sky an amber blaze.
O church arise and put your armor on. Hear the call of Christ our captain. For now the weak can say that they are strong. In the strength that God has given.
Good old Alexandra left her man last night. Off to Louisiana, New Orleans in sight. Her determination went right down to her bones. She is gonna make it on her own, yeah.
Hello sweet friend of mine. I want to talk, see how you are. What's new? Are you feelin' fine?. Do you like South Lake? Do you work all the time?. . This whole month has been a waste.
It's just passed midnight and I'm staring holes through the back of your head. because under nightfall everything seems a little more nostalgic. so here goes nothing as I throw up all these words all over you.
What?. Is that all you've got to say?. What? What?. You're rubbing me the wrong way. . See your lips moving. But I don't catch a word you say. Shut up your chatter.
Silhouette in a smoke filled room. I see no evil and I speak none too. I know it's hard to say. No, it was a long long time ago. But now as a whole woman.
I, I've had a change of heart. This one's come to say that it is awake. In, in this time alone, I have come to know. You'd be fine with one foot in and one to go.
It might do you harm. Hanging around this farm. We got things that infect. Things we can't shake and a rep. . Oh it might seem mean. All your starry eyed dreams.
Wrong place at the wrong time. With the wrong color of skin. Policemen under pressure. And they're wearing thin. . They handcuffed the poor man. And they took him to the pin.
The first thing I remember. Was the friction in the room. And that brown spinet piano. That never played in tune. . The cruel impatient tyrant. The frustrated malcontent.
Outside my window, rain fallin' down. Call for my woman, nowhere around. I hear laughter out in the hall. Outside my window I see nothin' at all. . How long I wonder, can this go on?.
What are the chances. there'd be you and me?. There is no might have been,. I say it's destiny. . Out of all of the lives. we could live. all of the love.