Well, I feel just like a freight train, baby. Running out of steam. I wanna go on down to New York town. But I'm stuck in between. . And I could stay on here at home alone.
Close the door on a short night. Lift the lid on the daylight. 6:09 West Tennessee time. And I buy all my days. . At the same place where the girl sells her nights.
Well I feel just like a freight train baby,. running out of steam.. I wanna go on down to New York town,. but I'm stuck in between.. And I could stay on here at home alone.
If you're travelin' in the north country fair,. The winds that hit heavy on the borderline,. Remember me to one who lives there,. She once was a true love of mine..
I took the cannon ball down to the ocean. Across the desert from the sea to shining sea. I rode a ladder that climbed across the nation. 50 million feet of earth between the buried and me.
The man in my shoes runs a life. All the papers lie tonight. But falling over you. Is the news of the day. . Oh, angels fall like rain. And love is all of heaven way.
I lit out from Reno. I was trailed by twenty hounds. I didn't get to sleep that night. Till the morning came around. . Set out runnin' but I take my time.
I lit out from Reno. I was trailed by twenty hounds. I didn't get to sleep that night. Till the morning came around. . Set out runnin' but I take my time.
She had four white stallions coming up around the bend. Four strong angels at her command to send. Four more seasons, for all that's broken to mend. .
All I want is something good. It gets harder every time. She is leaving here tonight. Take a breath, take your time. Spread your wings and rise. . Make a mark upon the wall.
(Original by Townes Van Zandt). . Why does she sing. her sad songs for me,. I'm not the one. to tenderly bring. her soft sympathy. I've just begun. to see my way clear.
Getting dressed and bunger bound. shuffling through the heather. neighbors drop their flowers down and worry about the weather. every night I'm floating over you my love.
(Beatle Dennis). . ( Original by Robyn Hitchcock & The Egyptians). There's a house burning down on the radio, but. We're in luck, we don't mind, we're as far as I can tell.
November promises it seems,. Of broken February dreams. That don't come true. Until you remember me. I don't remember you.. Were you the one who liked to sing?.
Albert's always sincere, he's a sensitive type. His intentions are clear, he wanna be well-liked. If everything is nothing, then are we anything?. Is it better to be better than to be anything?.
Albert's always sincere, he's a sensitive type. His intentions are clear, he wanna be well-liked. If everything is nothing, then are we anything?. Is it better to be better than to be anything?.
I was born again a little north of Disney Land. Somewhere under Wonderland and Hollywood. But then I had to go skipping and diving and bouncing back to New York City.
I was an idiot in utero. Somehow missed New Mexico. Fell to earth in Baltimore I know. Now they lay case in empty rooms. Birthday cards and red balloons.
"My turn this time", he says. "Never get better than this. We never get better than bad. My turn this time", he said. "Now I can do what I want. Now I can walk away mad".
Sunday morning paper dated 1992. There are cowboys in my kitchen. empty bottles on the roof. I've been trying to quit these cigarettes. I've been trying to think it's true.