me but late night conversation Let's talk about ex-girlfriends, Let's talk about our friends at work, I'm not above gossip if it's good, Let's talk about foreign films
I lit out from Reno, I was trailed by twenty hounds Didn't get to sleep last night 'till the morning came around. Set out runnin' but I take my time
afternoon cause that's when it all hurts the most I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the host If dreams are like movies, then memories are films
A long December and there's reason to believe Maybe this year will be better than the last I can't remember the last thing that you said as you were
She sat right down on the sofa I said, "Where have you been? I've been waiting for you. Cause last night I had something so good These days get so
Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand? I guess there might not be too many who
She comes out on Fridays every time Stands out in a line I could have been anyone she'd seen She waits another week to fall apart She couldn't make
Start tearing the old man down Run past the heather and down to the old road Start turning the grain into the ground Roll a new leaf over In the
[Adam Duritz] They paved paradise and put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot Don't it always seem to go That
My friend assures me "it's all or nothing" I am not worried- I am not overly concerned My friend implores me " for one time only, make an exception
She can't keep away from them Waits here and disappears From the wrong things she intends (?) Pretty soon they've got you hanging on a line Pretty
I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black- haired flamenco dancer She
Got no place to go but there's a girl waiting for me down in Mexico She's got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin And if I bring a little music I
Gonna get back to basics Guess I'll start it up again I'm fallin' from the ceiling You're falling from the sky now and then Maybe you were shot down
When I think of heaven deliver me in a black-winged bird I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers And all other instruments of faith
Albert's always sincere, he's a sensitive type His intentions are clear, he wanna be well-liked If everything is nothing, then are we anything? Is
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels
Baby pick up the phone because I'm drunk and alone and I need someone to take me home and I wish it was you Well get me out of this place Cause
