Spread you wings for New Orleans. Kentucky bluebird fly away. And take a. . Message to Michael, message to Michael. He sings each night in some cafe. In search to find wealth and fame.
I have come five thousand miles and tried to find the ways to b e happy. Travelled through the setting sun I hear those blue lights come I come gladly.
Love hurts, love scars, love wounds and mars. Any heart not tough nor strong enough. To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain. Love is like a cloud holds a lot of rain.
Whatever I call you`s your name. You`ll get on with it just the same. Sometimes you`ll blame me. And think that love is hard. . Your lover`ll break your heart.
Early in the evening there's a sun in the sky. everybody's happy but there's a tear in your eye. the times I never wondered. the times I never knew. I'd live them all again.
I'm looking for my own lone ranger. Don't want to follow yours anymore. Don't want to be the lonely Tonto in the picture. Staring out across horizons like before.
Cold dawn won`t comfort you. Cold coffee. Won`t see you through. Cold sheets. . Won`t heal your heart. Your frozen fingers of your. Name so tarred. I know so rarely.
You sigh and you walk. You talk. You care about nothing. Sometimes you're feelin'. That life has treated you wrong. I've got a feeling. You know what the score is.
I was midnight walking. And daytime talking. You can see the best in me I know. I got distracted. You were broken hearted. But I still tried to follow where you'd go.
You're taking down the signs. Now the time has come and the cleansing's coming. You're turning down the lights. In this cruel light symbols mean nothing.
Lily love that's a. Beautiful name. Your precious gifts are not the same. Since they faded away. The song so distant. But it still rings true your. Beautiful hands were rudely used.
I could be king. you could be queen. I'd give you all the flowers. that are evergreen. but now ther are no flowers to be seen. in little India. . Memory fades.
In this country dreams don't sleep. Hands stay open wide as the streets in your pocket. Under your shoes these golden roads. keep telling you. . Find out fast, Find out hard, Your little Lincoln, Little Ford.
Would the rain, the frozen rain. Be as cold upon Your forehead. As the tears that plough Your beaten face again. Would the rain. . Could Your hands, Your broken hands.
I have an old friend. So the story goes. He never calls without saying hello. He`s got a good job. . So the story goes. He says it`s it`s funny to see you look so low.
(Cover version of a Husker Du song). . You can do what you want to do. You can say what you want to say. You can think what you think you want. It doesn't matter anyway.
You come. Awake. And lie in a bed. Of fevered state. You rise. Again. And open a curtain. To find only night. Coming in. . The dream. Comes back. Your up on the stage now.
Here`s the pictures. I promised to send. You see the airbase. Where we were sent. Now the winter. Has started to descend. Your loving son was sent here.
We went as we know how. As far as the wind and the sky would allow. Waking from sleep. Alive to the noise we came. . After the turn of the year. With only the sky as a silver seer.
Under the braw city night. And under the warm summer light. The evening begins. The day's been lightened with song. As glad as the winter is long. And so we begin.