(written by Bob Hallett). . I dreamt I saw a woman standing by the strand,. Waiting for her people to come in from the land.. Waiting there for seven days, she built a fire in the sand.
You can pick me up in front of my home. I'll be standing there in a black coat. By a telephone pole. I'll wave you down. If you can't see me. Cause I've seen your face before.
I dreamt I saw a woman. Standing by the strand. Waiting for her people. To come in from the land. . Waiting there for seven days. She built a fire in the sand.
The fortune teller speaks of trouble. Spent all night making plans for us. I made my peace with rising sun. Now she's mine and I'm biding my time. . And when she fell asleep.
I dreamt I saw a woman. Standing by the strand. Waiting for her people. To come in from the land. . Waiting there for seven days. She built a fire in the sand.
We sacrificed our purity and crafted new identities. This tree ain't gonna chop itself and no one else is gonna help. Oh, our eyes they glinted so we prayed that it should never go.
No one knows what's waiting where you go. Nothings certain but the fact that you're leaving. But still you roam from the straight and narrow road. Riding nothing but the lies that you believe in.
We edged the shallow lake. Bubbled softly in the wake. Nothing here is yours to take. . We stumbled down between the rocks. Further than we'd ever walked.
Friday night, seventeen. Got my hands on the wheel. But my mind is on Jeen. Her silhouette I cant forget. But Im gonna ask her yet. . My brother's truck, my Sunday slacks.
All caught up in the rhythm of things. Waiting for a significant sign. My drunk mouth leaves logic behind. These unthinking hands don't know wrong from right.
And I know people who talk like you. I know people who talk like you. I've heard them speak. With voices so meek. . And I know people who know you too.
Na na na, na na neh ah na. Na na na, na na neh ah na. . Wouldn't it be great, if no one ever got offended. Wouldn't it be great to say what's really on your mind.
Come all ye friends I'll sit you down. And sing an oleful ditty,. T'was on a day in April month. We started from the city. We planned a day or two at Mahers.
Every drop of rain on my tongue. Slips and drips a different tune. Pots and pans that clamor. Through the doorway to your patient room. Elephants in every corner.
Many a truest word. has been spoken by the Jester. Standing against the tide. Is the noblest of gestures. It's the little pearls of wisdom. That tumble from the light.
Come and I will sing you.. What will you sing me?. I will sing you one-o.. What will the one be?. One the one that's all alone and ever more will be, so....
Cod liver oil. . Im a young married man and im tired of life. ten years ive been wed to a pale sickly wife. she's nothing to do only sit there and cry.
You left in the morning, you left without a word. Did you get what you came for? Is this what I deserve?. All I know is the silence was the loudest thing I'd ever heard.