Just about a year ago. I set out on the road. Seekin' my fame and fortune. Lookin' for a pot of gold. Thing got bad and things got worse. I guess you know the tune.
Walked where I feared to go. Coming up to me saying you can't see what hit me. Protection was my blood. And longing was my soul to tell me what was. All are so aligned in the drive to be right.
Who'd drown a cat. Who'd do a thing like that. If you would, you're mine.. . Who'd whip a horse. A lost soul of course. Those who work are mine.. . They're mine (mine), they're mine (mine)..
Chorus:. If you don't want, you don't havta get into trouble,. If you don't want, you don't havta get into trouble,. If you don't want, you don't havta get into trouble,.
It's not the way I go. It's not the way I go. Noone here hears me. I'm sick of people knowing me. Life's confusing me. There's so much I don't see. something's controlling me.
Oh, babe I wonder, just how we ever got so far apart. And it seems like just the other day we were happy. Holdin' hands in the dark. Here I'm standin' out in the rain.
Do you remember the first time we kissed?. Baby, the drive in movie, one kiss I couldn't resist. Baby, you went again with another boy to see the part you missed.
My mother used to treat me like a fool. Made sure I did my homework and I wasn't late for school. Told me exactly what to wear and how and when to cut my hair.
Keep on chooglin'. Keep on chooglin'. Keep on chooglin'. Chooglin', chooglin'. Chooglin', chooglin'. . Maybe you don't understand it. But if you're a natural man.
This is slow communique. This is slow communique. It's a show that I hope you know. . My opposing say,. Why are we inside?. There are no rules. There are no rules.
I TIP-TOED IN THE ROOM. I KNOW YOU GOT TO HAVE YOUR REST. SHE SAYS "COME LAY BESIDE ME, I BEEN WAITING SINCE YOU LEFT". SHE'S SWEET TO ME. MUST BE THE LUCKIEST MAN ALIVE.
The paranoia, the uncertainty. The stupid knowing way they're grinning when they look at me. They say it's me, how do they know. My mind and body have betrayed me and it shows.
The whole world is full of people living lives of worry. What's the hurry, who cares?. The whole world is full of people wasting time just thinking. Thinking that they're sinking, who cares?.
Luongo. Copyright 1994 Bitsa Talent Inc.. . Walk across the flaming sand where everyone must go. Seek the cradle of the mountains where winds of wisdom blow.
Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh. Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou. My Yvonne, sweetest one, me oh my oh. Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou.
Entwistle, Luongo, Levi & Townsend (c) 1997. . I've sat and waited for years. Looking for signs to appear-to me. But all I'd see. Was clouded in mystery.
This is the time to die. I'm someone on whom to rely. Chances come and chances go. This is letting go. I feel the tightening of the dawn. The creation of somenthing I've sung.
Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh. Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou. My Yvonne, sweetest one, me oh my oh. Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou.
Im central to nowhere. Thinking of sweeping it clean. When we choose to go were losing more than just our surroundings. Ive gone around the sides of this universe as it stands.
When you're hungry and your stomach's feeling thin. You find the nearest restaurant and walk right in. Says the waiter with a sigh, you're not dressed without a tie.