We've gone to all this trouble of tearing our hair out Those shadows once oh so legendary have disappeared and fucking faded out At the foot of these
I'm coming right over We'll huddle close And we'll get back I'm coming right over We'll huddle close And we'll get back I'll listen to all that you
From a humble home on a dirt track road she lived With the cold and damp of the winter evenings by her side As she cried she looked to the fire But
My eyes are sore Too many tears gone and fall over you my girl And happiness isn't for sure Once you get what you're looking for Hang on (you feel like
Put your hang ups in the closet Put the fears you have in a box Come on baby pull up your socks And sunbeams will shine They will give you light
Take a look at those guys When they play their hits on radio And the pretty young girls When they shake their hips on the television show I want
What a lovely dance Wasn't looking for romance But I found it What a pretty day Rain and wind that came soon went away Just like my love Oooo but she
I keep on thinking about worrying about that time You kept on running out and didn't count the cost I'll keep on dreaming about worrying about that time
Waiting in the dark I heard you calling out Nothing in your heart, when all there is is doubt. Yeah if its in your heart It?s gotta be that way
What's the point You won't be there Fortunately no one cares You despise You despair Why don't you get angry Don't you care What do you think I came
Raindrops keep falling on my head and just like the guys, whose feet are too big for his bed, nothing seems to fit. Those raindrops are falling on my
I said 'goodnight' to the crowd Found my way back from another night out in the blue The sad ones remind me too much of myself The sweet ones remind me
Old man sun is setting, he won again today I got blisters on my fingers, salt stains on my shirt Close the gate behind me, hear you call my name Cuttin
There are dreams that come to me in the night And some are precious and fine Lately all of my dreams of you are the hurtin' kind Lyin' beside you, I miss
I can't see the burned out night light Her spirit calls from long ago, long ago Something doesn't ring right Must be my telephone Breakin' in another
Standing on the corner with my paper cup Nickels, dimes and quarters never near enough The busy people walk on by never look me in the eye I become expandable
Just this side of Heaven there's a little white house Take a ride at the Pearly Gates, go 'bout a quarter mile south There's an angel sittin' on a front
Heard you was in trouble and hurtin' awful bad Facing the biggest challenges that you have ever had For peace and truth and justice we've struggled every
