(Shel Silverstein). . This is the last mornin' that I wake up in this dirty city. Looking for the sunshine as the buildings block the skies. This is the last mornin' that I wash in rusty water.
(Shel Silverstein). . This is the last mornin' that I wake up in this dirty city. Looking for the sunshine as the buildings block the skies. This is the last mornin' that I wash in rusty water.
(Clark/Bettis). . Lately sundown means a little more to me. Heartbeats rise as the sun slips through the trees. As the twilight burns the sky. I can't wait for the light to die.
Knowing she's there. Makes it possible to live. Knowing she's there. Giving all she's got to give. . And when the road got long. And the load got heavier.
(Shel Silverstein). . There's a shadow on the sun I see it risin'. Kiss it away, kiss it away. And there's a hurt down deep inside that I been hidin'.
(Shel Silverstein). . The tiger, he looked out of his cage and smiled. He said come here boy, I want to talk to you a while. He said I once was running wild and free just the same as you.
(Shel Silverstein). . The waitress with the orange hair keeps motionin' me to hurry up and leave. So I gulp my coffee - burn my mouth - grab up my coat and slippin' out.
I park on a side street. Slide up the back stairs. Knock on the door and whisper, 'It's me'. . Step into the darkness. She waits in the shadows. Oh, she's so wild willin' and free.
Who's gonna water my plants?. Who's gonna patch my pants?. And who's gonna give me. The chance to feel brand new?. . Who's gonna iron my shirts?. Who's gonna kiss where it hurts?.
(Shel Silverstein). . If I'd only come and gone. The way I've always done with summer girls before. Shared one night with you and never reached for more.
(S. Silverstein). . See that wino in the gutter. I've been him. See that wino in the gutter. Well I've been him. See that wino in the gutter. Watch him stumble hear him stutter.
I can't eat, can't sleep, can't breathe. If you know what I mean. If there's one good thing that's left in me. Well thanks be to God for shitty things.
Somewhere searching to figure it out. You take me back again. Somewhere drifting above and beyond. . The sky and everyone. Chorus. What you are. What you are.
(R. Snyder). . Tell me where is she going now, have I frightened her today. I'm a man, understand we've got funny ways. I flex my muscles every evening, and put on my big black hat.
Not easily said. But easily spoken. I'm drifting away. Into the ocean. So far away. . And I don't belong here. Or maybe I might. I'm drifting away. Into the ocean.
If I could write a story, and end it like I want it to. I'd find me a genie, climb into his bottle. And let you rub me 'til your wish came true. . I'll put angels around you, to keep you from harm.
When all the pages turn to black. There is nothing left for me or you. And in the blanket of the sky. Oh you, you take me home again. . And the sun is setting on your eyes.
Before you go, I already miss you so. Come here let me kiss you, change your mind. I Love you. Please don't leave me. . If you try to walk away on them pretty legs.
Painted pictures. Of something deep inside. I don't know what's. Happening here. Days go on I, I disappear. . I look above in my eyes. It's so clear, yeah, yeah.
When I was a young boy. My grandpa said to me. "Little boy wish upon a star. Tell me what you wanna be". . "Would you like to be a lawyer?. Would the money appeal to you?.