Burn the midnight lamp. Down until the dawn. I'll keep watch until I'm sure your coming home.. . Shadows play and flicker on the bedroom wall. They turn into a bad dream overnight.
Don't start that talking. I could talk all night. My mind goes sleep walkin'. While I'm puttin' the world to right. Call careers information. Got yourself an occupation.
Born in the middle of the second big baby boom. Those noisy boys just might have spoken up too soon. Now I'm looking for a little girl, I wonder where she's gone.
Raining slapping on the window pane. An hour or more of teeming. Storm punching like a hurricane. That tore him out of dreaming. Air screaming through the slightest gap.
The ink is running. The words are taught. I'm sitting helpless with my paper and charts. I had to follow my passion. Oh well. . I don't get paid that much for all I deserve.
This is the place where I made my best mistakes. This is the place even angels don't understand. I've seen the disappointment in her face. And the collection of engagement rings on her right hand.