there are so many rules,. for things that matter to me. like driving on beaches. and a licence to fish in the sea. used to live like a gypsy,. i'd camp by the side of the road.
There might be someone here tonight. Who might not know what I mean. When I say, "days in a maze of sorrow". When I say, "trouble I've seen". When I say, "trouble I've seen".
I was sittin' by the road, my head in a cloud. Wishin' that I had some wings. Wishin' for a scooter, wishin' for a train or. Any kind of movin' thing.
You've got a lotta detail in your life, of late you find. Hey, now that you got kids, well, things loom larger in your mind. You make your best decisions in the time that you're allowed.
Hey, what's a boy to do, ya, ya?. What's a boy to do, baby?. What's a boy to do?. I wanna be with you, ya, ya. I wanna be with you, baby. I wanna be with you.
VERSE. Hell ain't got no fury. That can match your kind of scorn. You've got a lot of people. Sorta sorry you were born. . VERSE. The way you treated Jim . . . yeah.
Oh, the moon lights so bright makes me lonely tonight. Everything seems to make me feel blue here. I'm down hearted now I'm lonesome somehow. 'Cause you are proving untrue.
Who'll watch the sunset, baby. Who'll find the time. I might on Sunday but I. might find that I'm. Still stuck in this week's work or. glued to my phone.
Baby, it's a dream come true. Walking right along side of you. Wish i could tell ya how much i care. But i only have the nerve to stare...... . I can feel a new expression on my face.
Down comes the pounding rain. And dark are the skies up above me. But you'll be mine when the sun shines. Racing to catch late trains. And waiting while crowds push and shove me.
The path of least resistance, it is often taken but. The path of least resistance often ain't much but a rut. You rarely get a second chance to make a first impression.
What kinda guy am I really am?. I love some turkey but I don't eat lamb. No sweet potato but I do like ham. What kinda guy am I really am?. . What kinda guy am I really I?.
Wait till the snow falls down on the doorstep. Wait till the branches make cracks on the sky. Wind at your window, screams while you sleepy. You live near your fire as the winter blows by.
I'm a trusting old soul, babe,. And I guess I'll never change. I'm a trusting old soul. And I guess that I'm never gonna change. I've done it all the hard way.
Standin' on the corner, waiting for the snow. Wishin' I was a little warmer, wondering where to go. I saw a man break down today, break down into tears.
VERSE. Thirty thousand men on the Bowery. Thirty thousand men on the street. Can't help but roam when you ain't got no home. Beggin' handouts for something to eat.
Well don't you go thinkin' and thinkin' and thinkin' and. Thinkin' so much 'til you're stranded behind. Don't you go thinkin' and thinkin' and thinkin' and.
There's someone on your butt these days. Most everywhere you go. You always wait in line, you find. The line is always slow. I might start in complaining.
VERSE. Oh, few things work out like you want 'em to. But just do your best, it's the best you can do. The sailboats are gliding to shore with the wind.
Well, the road seems so long before me. I'm feeling confused and hungry. Dark clouds are blocking moonlight. Time is sleepin'. Road signs are all against me.