don't have no TV Living at the Canterbury [My friends think I'm a fool] Living at the Canterbury I guess it's pretty cool Living at the Canterbury Fighting
Oh, hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season Why in crowds just a trace
Well, I used to drive a cab, you know I heard a siren scream Pulled over to the corner And I fell into a dream There were two men eating pennies And
When the dream came I held my breath with my eyes closed I went insane, Like a smoke ring day When the wind blows Now I won't be back till later on If
Lover, there will be another one Who'll hover over you beneath the sun Tomorrow see the things that never come Today When you see me Fly away without
He's a perfect stranger, Like a cross of himself and a fox. He's a feeling arranger And a changer of the ways he talks. He's the unforeseen danger The
I've been looking for a woman to save my life Not to beg or to borrow A woman with the feeling of losing once or twice Who knows how could it be tomorrow
Out of my mind And I just can't take it anymore Left behind By myself and what I'm living for All I hear are screams from outside the limousines That
Who's that stomping all over my face? Where's that silhouette I'm trying to trace? Who's putting sponge in the bells I once rung And taking my gypsy
I waited for you, Winterlong You seem to be where I belong. It's all illusion anyway. If things should ever turn out wrong And all the love we have
All of a sudden she was on my mind I wasn't ready for her kind And she was taking her time. What if she came to me Would she be kind? And if she stayed
There you stood on the edge of your feather, Expecting to fly. While I laughed, I wondered whether I could wave goodbye, Knowin' that you'd gone. By
The lights turned on and the curtain fell down, And when it was over it felt like a dream, They stood at the stage door and begged for a scream, The
Don't call pretty Peggy, she can't hear you no more Don't leave no message 'round her back door. They say the old laughing lady been here before She
Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain With the barkers and the colored balloons, You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain Though you're thinking that you're leaving
I built her a castle of perma stone But I should have reigned more with her Too often I left my queen alone And that was no way to leave her I rode out
't have no TV Living at the Canterbury [My friends think I'm a fool] Living at the Canterbury I guess it's pretty cool Living at the Canterbury Fighting
, Oh to die for martyrdom, Wash the wind martyrdom, with blood, In Canterbury, oh, oh, in Canterbury. She's settled as evil, As a plague to destroy old Canterbury
