You needed my love and I was nowhere to be found. You're having a rough time, but I was painting the town. . Like to make it up to you somehow. But things are just different now.
Look up my darling. Way up high. At the clouds above you. . My heart's a window darling. If you look inside. You'll see how I think of you. . We all get angry sometimes.
As I try to be the man for her. Far across the sea and land for her. The deep within my blood is sand. Until I drink what makes me mad for her, oh. . She's my Brandy Alexander.
above the noise i hear the bells. they ring of poison in the well. and death to all things real. best walk away before they make us kneel. . like the morning sun rising o'er the hill.
Whistling over trestles. And past the graveyard sign. We cast our wayward line. Inside a wishing well. . We've just a wish and an empty vessel. A hole to fill with days.
If I had all this time on my hands. Well I would love to share it with you. And though our days have made other plans. There is nothing I'd rather do.
Well I'd better get myself out. Every morning brings another song. With a melody to develop. Morning, before the light is gone. I hear on the bustling sidewalk.
In the midst of all this welcome change. I can hardly wait. Oh, to welcome all that was estranged. To my life again. . I thought I was on my own. At different times.
Tour bus rolling down Broadway. Says "nobody you would know". In all the store front windows I see my face. And the lame expression of this average Joe.
It's really coming down. Raining cats and hounds. It's falling on parades. And on the plans we made. . But there'll be other days. And things will turn our way.
The sun has gone. It arose but never shone. And now the day is done. Before it'd ever begun. . It was such a pleasant dream. 'Till someone pulled the plug.
All our tomorrow's. And all of our yesterdays. For days we had to borrow. What has already been repaid. . All our misgivings. And all of our mistakes.
It all seems so obvious now. When I look back over my life. There were times that I really felt down. To think it passed me by. . But in these hours of serious doubt.
You were there when I was down. There when my hope was born. You never asked a thing in return. You were there. . You were there before the calm. There in the book of Psalms.
Wishing wells. Are fine in fairy tales. But they've got no business here. Where evil's very real. And children are known. To just disappear. . Magic spells.
I can't understand this sadness here. Sorrow's rolling in, from where's unclear. But I know there's a reason for all these blues. So I'm off to find the words we never use.
We've all been hurt by love. It's out of our hands. But for all it's worth. I'm drawing a line that's in the sand. . Another morning just won't do. I need your love to shine on through.
Time goes slowly. Time goes silently. Drags its feet, no it never flies. While you're waiting for the love to return to her eyes. . And words they fail you.
A day is long, many hours to fill. But it's alright if we let a few minutes spill. Where's the crime in wasting time with you?. . Don't have to run when the pistol's fired.
Tumbling sky, as far as the eye can see. Some are as blind as a Fennel tree. Each day my loving dies, with the weather coming on. And the tumbling sky.