Shall we begin?. Gather 'round, gather all. Keep it real, strip it down. Rather not wait around. . With the hungry eyes. Of a snake oil salesman. [Unverified] water to wine.
Not been here since I was a boy. The sky unwrapped, the world my toy. A movie reel a million miles long. On and on. . Scene after scene passes by my life.
Weave me through the tall grass. Jab me, let me know that I'm still alive. Last trip the boy will be taking. Everything from here is crazy. . But I know one day, I will live and wonder.
I woke up broke free, drove a long time. It didn't purge you from my mind. Hang up the hill maybe your right. Chalk it up to a starry night. . To be set free to live and learn.
Oi!. Rising ash, falling snow, she used to lie and adore ye. Winding long tails of woe, she used to lie and adore ye. Nightingale, ashen-pale, whistling tunes, yeah, the moon still adores ye.
So steadily go the rain. So steadily go the time. So steadily go the season. So steadily go, long ago. . All the little mysteries of a big yard. A little bit older, rake the lawn.
Board the windows, winterize...recess with my mind. I have some in-between time...recess with my mind. Quilt of voices, piecemeal scenes...shutters clack.
Shootin' stars, gilded age. Yeah, just spill your dreams to me and we just hide away. You can stay if you believe. Just a leap of faith across a busy boulevard of broken dreams.
Perhaps I've never tried that hard to see. A palm tree swinging lazy in the breeze. Perhaps I looked away too many times. Just ignoring all the signs.
Where, oh, where is that little child that used to play?. Another turning of the page, another churning of the day. Are you tired of the same? To much flower dulls the brain.
Hey, hey, how's it going? What you up to? How you been?. I see you're shooting ducks down in a shooting pen again. Yeah, I could use the change, I've scraped the wishing well.
You're on my fingers, you're on my paper. We're close but far, here we are, there you are. You're on my weak heart, my heart is tissue. My heart's a scar, here we are, there you are.
It's Sunday noon in my room. The wind is really ragin'. Inside I'll hide in my tune. And think of yesterday playing. In my room. In my room. . I feel like a kite high in a tree.
There's a neat little lass and her name is Mary Mac. Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna track. Lot of other fellas want to get up on her back. But I'm thinking that they'll have to get up early.
Take a walk down town and dream with me. We'll walk the parks and the empty streets. You know the seasons oughta be. Love, loss, hope, repeat. . We're alone in a crowded room.
She made her way. She felt she was to blame and her porcelain dolls. She's boxed them all. And along the way, she changed her name. . Lonesome pine, rain or shine.
t's hard for me to think when I am cold. I'm learning what it's like for me to grow old. I wish I could live like you. sleeping in my shoes. with so much left to do.
Live a life less ordinary. Live a life extraordinary with me. Live a life less sedentary. Live a life evolutionary with me. . Well, I hate to be a bother.
Love endures, it clings away. When asked to leave, it begs to stay. Like the perfect song at imperfect times. It's the way the chords struck with the rhymes.
Hello, goodbye. Higher you fly. Into the world. . I awoke this mornin'. With pourin' rain in my heart. As I fall apart today but you make your way. And I'll rise, I will rise if in my mind.