Here I am, here I stand Took a picture of my hand Bet you can tell it's not manicured Here I am, half a man Not a doctor I'm not tan, and I never helped
Compare the way my body looks through the magazines, don't know why everybody's buying into the scene. So I'm gonna drive down the boulevard not caring
I left the letter at your door. I light your cigarette just once more Now I say what I needed left the suitcase in your hallway dried up flowers down
Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life, the song of a woman and a man who lived in strife. He was tired of being poor and he wasn't into selling
My life is changing in so many ways, I don't know who to trust anymore. There's a shadow running through my days like a beggar going from door to door
You came from out of the sky, Your skin and your eyes, Colours of bronze, the moon in your ear Twinkled and shone. Soon you'll be gone. Sailing out
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
6 o'clock in the morning, I feel pretty good, So I dropped in to the luxury of the Lord; Fighting dragons and crossing swords With the people against
Almost cut my hair It happened just the other day It was getting kind of long I could have said it was in my way But I didn't and I wonder why I
Winding paths through tables and glass, first flowers bloom. Now watch the Summer pass so close to you. Too late to keep the change, too late to pay,
Forgive me if my fantasies Might seem a little shopworn. I'm sure you've heard it all before. I wonder what's the right form Love songs written for you
Daylight again, Following me to bed. I think about a hundred years ago, How my fathers bled. I think I see a valley, Covered with bones in blue. All
If I had ever been here before I would probably know just what to do Don't you? If I had ever been here before on another time around the wheel I would
Waking Stream of consciousness On a sleeping Street of dreams Thoughts Like scattered leaves Slowed in midfall Into the streams Of fast running rivers
Every time you touch her, sets your hands on fire. And every thing you've got is all that she requires. And you hang on, hang on, hang on to the words
Cold rain down on my face Buses hurry on Work's out here comes the race People heading home Wait a second, don't I know you? Haven't I seen you somewhere
One morning I woke up and I knew that you were gone. A new day, a new way, I knew I should see it along. Go your way, I'll go mine and carry on. The
Eight miles high and when you touch down, you'll find that it's stranger than known. Signs in the street that say where you're going are somewhere just
