I can see soda cans,. Clanking off the back of our hippie van,. Driving to our log cabin house on the bay.. I can see us sitting there,. Rosy cheeks and long brown hair,.
Can you heal yourself?. It's killing you,. with your oxy-cotton blues.. Your drink can numb your gun,. But you're flaking at the seams. You need relief..
Lately Im thinking that I dont feel quite like myself. And honestly I feel like Ive turned into somebody else. Cause You could change me like nothing else ever could.
Up again watching late night TV. When I should be asleep. Gotta work in the morning. . Wish I was there next to Letterman's chair. Or waiting backstage.
Where are you now. That my sweet Mary done died. Alone, alone, alone. . Somewhere you say. Where my sweet Mary held her grave. In her arms like an infant odyssey.
We're caught in a trap. I can't walk out because I love you too much baby. Why can't you see, what you're doing to me, when you don't believe a word I say?.
Well, can you tell me more. Well, I believe I hear you callin'. Well, is it hard to run. Well, I believe I hear you callin', callin' ooh. . Believe I been, so gettin' tired.
I got a lover, she push my lover aside. 'Cause she dont know my best. . And in my bed, well, I lost my lonely bible. A kickin' through my mess. A kickin' through my mess.
Levitate my song. Into an open space. Levitate my song. . I'll do my best. In this conversation. She roll me up. My best alone. My best alone. Well lift me, lift me higher.
(On my way, on my way). (On my way, on my way). . I would like to reach out my hand. I may see you, I may tell you to run (on my way, on my way). You know what they say about the young.
Where has it gone?. Gonna fool myself, gonna fool myself. . You know, you cannot, you cannot, you cannot break my ribs. My ribs are strong. You know, you cannot, you cannot, you cannot break my ribs.
Her feet hit the ground. There's people all around. She never wears makeup. It never does her proud. She works radio, late night radio. She don't like the shit she's playing.
You gotta look like this one, miss doll. red lipstick pistol. you gotta stand up this tall if you're gonna tow the line. Make-up, you need more. because that's just what it's for.
RUSTY. When you good nights have been said. And you are lying in bed. With the covers pulled up tight. And though you count every sheep. You get the feeling that sleep.
(D.Gutter). If it was up to me, i'd call. if it was real to me at all. if you could deal with me. then i'd fall out of our grace. and think of someway better.
(D. Gutter). The distance that distance can make. these voices keep talking away. I confess about this I'm not sane. but these edges don't seem quite as frayed.
(D.Gutter). Love is my wine and i drink it by the cup. Swallow my pride when I'm swallowing a gulp. Spills down the side, and I don't go insane. Don't have my wine but I still got the stain.
Black and blue night ski.. Spells from hell, neon lights.. A hot Charlston night and he's walking by.. now you're cursed the worst. he just walks on by..
Hundred miles away, memories stay. That covered bridge where our names are still engraved. You turned to go; I turned to leave. Then you turned to go, and I turned to leaves.
V1: At the first light of dawn, working in the sun all day. Swinging that hump and a chop came down, covered in soot and stain. Smoke fills the Queensland sky, and the red fire sings.