Well I've been strutting down the boulevard of broken dreams. Everything I own is falling apart at the seams. People think I'm crazy 'cause I don't give a damn.
There's a lady who's sure, all that glitters is gold. And she's buying a stairway to heaven. When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed.
Consumed by this greedy disposition. I give no thanks for all that's been given to me. See I'm so concerned with selfish ambition. I see what I want and look past what I need.
Bye New York, so long Philly. Hollywood your Wacko City. Chicago got just too damn windy for me. . Frisco's fine apart from that line. New Orleans is just a good time.
I've had enough of this red light. Been waiting here for no one, no one. It's driving on like reruns. Feeling nothing new, time has stopped. . Resting some for this town.
Maybe baby I'm a man without a soul. Or baby maybe just a man out of control. Maybe I'll just close my eyes wait until the dawn. And wake up to another nightmare.
Swirl 360---Okay. . She sat me down and took me by the hand. She said I'll try to make this painless if I can. She was sorry and then she began to cry.
Let the world be still tonight. Let the fire be the only light. Draw the curtain, pull down the shade. In easy arms, we'll lay. . So come on lady, now close your eyes.
Can you hear me, not so loud a whisper. It seems as though it fades away. Before you hear what I have to say. Words cant offer you agreement. . Theyre injustice to the songs.
Working from seven to eleven every night,. It really makes life a drag, I don't think that's right.. I've really, really been the best of fools, I did what I could..
(Everything I wanna be). (Disgrace to my identity). . No one can hear. All that's been said. You're feeding me useless. Lines of nothingness. . Let me run away.
(Young, Young, Scott). . Diamonds and dust. Poor man last, rich man first. Lambourginis, caviar. Dry martinis, Shangri-la. I got a burning feeling. Deep inside of me.
I don't believe in anything she says to me. And I don't believe that she cares for me. Is it me that she loves. Or is it someone else. Cause I've got to know before I leave.
Pull me from the wreck. or watch and stand serene. shards of broken glass. shattered like the innocence we lost so long ago. See me empty. and fill me with a false sense of warmth and cold, so cold.
Every now and then I like to pick up the phone. And make a call down memory lane. Well how you been? Well, baby you could say. I've been lonely too. .
Well, just yesterday. I heard the news. You were back in town. Back to the old playground. . Well, the lights are on. And I heard this song. In the still of the night.
Broken down, this place seems to have no face. There's no one moving forward. Now they're just drowning in it all. . Walking around in circles with a never changing view.
Hold me inside. This asylum speaks of home not so far away. Through the window I see people scurry from the rain. . It's not too late. To reach your hand.
(Kendall, Niven). . I have learned the golden words. "You watch your step". That life is made for fools. and the devil takes the rest. I know my heart is like a fire-.
When the day turns to night and I'm lost in a dream. Reaching for something that just can't be seen. One look in your eyes sets me free. . The moment we touch is the moment you'll feel.