When I'm far away. In some godforsaken place. That I'm passing through. When my emotions turn to blue. I think of you. . Living day to day. Building up the debt.
It's the middle of the night. And I look in the mirror. Hey man, what do ya' see?. Hear the sound of the train by the river. Cryin' out "follow me". And the four walls knock me out of bed.
They called us "The Invaders". So we came from another world. And the man from immigration. Shouted out "hey punk, you a boy or a girl?". "Hey tutti-frutti give us a kiss".
Girl I want to be with you all of the time. . Touring relationships are fine when the. Hotels take care of the housekeeping. And you've got room service.
I had this dream America. Was always a very special place. Heroes of the great Wild West. Wild Bill Hickock and the rest. The romantic on a wreckless chase.
The day before I left New Orleans. My neighbor from down the street, Alex Chilton. Came to say goodbye. We talked about songs and how much joy they'd given us.
I'm saying the people in this town have to be locked up. All of 'em. We have to leave and these people have to be locked up. D'ya know what I mean?. .
Here's my message from the road. I'm travelin' to a new time zone. So try to call again tomorrow. . Tell my kid I miss her so. Then I'll play in shows and singin' songs.
I just got back from a walk down the square. To the local Kentucky. To see what was cookin' down there. I looked around at the store. And the signs and the queues.
Rock n' roll cowboys where do you go now?. From the final shootout at the OK Corral. Do you give up the chase like an old retiree?. Or do you stare in the face of new adversaries.
An angel waits for all of us. Up there in the heavens. And down here on this lonely street. Good and evil sometimes meet. . Change for change sake. Change in the government.
The neighborhood's really goin' down. Since the couple upstairs arrived back in town. Ain't never seen what they both look like. But I sure can hear them when they start to fight.
Hold tight, things are growin' cold inside ya' never known. Cut to the rawhide right to the metal bone. Strap a live across your knees to the back where your jawbone freezes.
I wanna make my home. Where the buffalo roam. In that great panorama. . My baby brother and me. In the land of the free. Americana. . In my schoolboy world.
New England to Hollywood. Seems so far away. Like all roads lead us to California. . It's a long long way to paradise, isn't it?. In the never ending search for all perfection.
Here's wishing you the bluest sky. And hoping something better comes tomorrow. Hoping all the verses rhyme. And the very best of choruses to follow. Follow all the doubt and sadness.
When I look up from my pillow. I dream you are there with me. Though you are far away. I know you'll always be near to me. . I go to sleep, sleep. And imagine that you're there with me.
Newly weds, nearly deads. Seas of green skies of lead. Constant rain on my head. Stately homes for the rich. Bowling green, cricket pitch. Victoria, what a bitch.
Everybody's a dreamer. And everybody's a star. And everyone's in movies. It doesn't matter who you are. . There are stars in every city. In every house and on every street.
Is there something lost, is there something found. When you stand your ground?. Foolish sense of pride that you won't cast down. When the tension comes around.