Please no more therapy Mother take care of me Piece me together with a Needle and thread Wrap me in eiderdown Lace from your wedding gown Fold me and
Mamma where's your pretty little girl tonight She's tryin' to run before she can walk That's right She's growing up She's got a young man waiting She
Oh, my soul Sometimes we don't know what to do We work so hard Being tough on our own But now it's me and you Let's give it up Sad bones 'Cause we all
Oh you feel the north wind blow That's only me I want to hear some rock and roll On your back roads Tennessee I'm not the bad city girl Come down to
Jane it sure looks like rain These Canadian plains And their windblown hair Jane the bruise colored clouds The smell of the ground In the ripening air
S. Colvin I don't know why The sky is so blue And I don't know why I'm so in love with you But if there were no music Then I would not get through I
Jump into the night Gas up and downshift Cruise up the coast On the FM drift It's a crazy world On the head of a pin Some other time Some other star
Maybe somewhere in the southern hemisphere There could be room for all this love Where they've saved a place for innocence And what is still mysterious
cheer And sweet sorrow We lost a lot today We get it back tomorrow I hear the sound of wheels I know the rainbow's end I see lights in a fat city I feel
wires of sleep With our arms around midnight We're headed for release We go riding in the wind We go riding in the dark Go riding, riding Chorus Shawn Colvin
I don't know what else to do I would rather do anything Than write this song for you And perpetuate this thing In my head, in my living room With the
And sweet sorrow We lost a lot today We get it back tomorrow I hear the sound of wheels I know the rainbow's end I see lights in a fat city I feel love
Full, full moon and that same sad nature I wanna cover every inch of you like ink on a paper Like the blind parade of souls consumed by religion I can
Jane, it sure looks like rain These Canadian plains and their windblown hair Oh Jane, the bruise colored clouds The smell of the ground in the ripening
Jump into the night, gas up and down shift Cruise up the coast on the FM drift It's a crazy world on the head of a pin Some other time, some other star
