One, two, three, ya Playing dead on the unmade bed With the book unread and the New York Times Undone in my head over those words I said to that love
The passenger window framed you like a screen And deep in my mind I was filming a scene Of the land rushing by, your shades and your hat I prefer a memory
?Sir, step aside, these people were here first As you can see, the line forms over there We're all in a hurry sir, your claim is no worse Line's over
I used to work in an ice cream shop Sugar cone with a cherry on top This girl, she had a pretty face I think her mother might have owned the place I still
No, that wasn't really you, no, that wasn't really me We were just making movies Those were two people we pretended to be for a while We were just making
Flying half-mast, overcast with a gun ship grey You ever hear of such a thing, a spring with no month of May? Ooh, there's frost on memorial day Ohh,
Just before the old man's eyeballs fixed He went pale as an Eskimo He said, "Young man, I've been eighty-six But young man, before I go? I'm gonna leave
Cold grey sky, I don't stand a chance There's a naked branch out the window and I Feel that bitter chill, makes my heart stand still Something 'bout a
Sometimes love is just a cheap guitar Good for a trip to the beach or a bar Not what you'd go at the show by far Baby, this love is just a cheap guitar
Hush now baby, don't you pout Spring is just around the corner You may be down but you're not out Spring is just around the bend The honey circle or
Sandy, the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight Forcin' a light into all those stony faces left stranded on this warm July Down in town the
