Dreams are nothing more than wishes And a wish's just a dream, wish to come true If only I could have a puppy, I'd call myself so very lucky Just to
Caroline, please be mine You're my kind of girl Caroline, please be mine You're my kind of girl And when in spring time Daylight surrounds you There'
The lamp that lights the way Is a light from yesterday The drum which leads the way Is a sound from yesterday The road is filled with shadows Of a million
You come to the end and the light there is dimmer The chances are slimmer of findin' your way You find that you stay out of trouble and danger 'Cause
You could do the laundry I'll come by on Monday You give me the money I will buy a ticket On the local lottery We could win the lottery We could go to
How can I run away from darkness at the close of day When all I think about is you? Not knowing where I'm going, what am I to do When all I think about
She wakes up, she finds herself sleeping in a doorway Wondering how she ever got that way She fights her tears away, then prays for no more sorrow Will
The willow weeps and having wept Can weep no more but still it cries for me It cries in sympathy, it knows that you are gone Don't leave me, baby There
Ohwah, ohwah, ah ah ah ah Ohwah, ohwah, ah My old desk doesn't arabesque In the morning when I first arrive It's a pleasure to see It's waiting there
It was take 54 When she walked through the door With the red light on it I knew in a minute If I wanted to get in it Then I'd have to get on it I sang
Some nights I go to sleep without you The river's far too deep without you I can't make it alone, I need you by my side Some nights I spend alone without
I'd rather be dead, I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead than wet my bed I'd rather be dead, I'd rather be dead I said, "Dead than wet my bed" Oh, I
You're breakin' my heart You're tearing it apart so fuck you All I want to do is have a good time now I'm blue You won't boogaloo Run down to Tramps,
Way out on the ocean Far beyond the seven seas There's a tiny little boat Faith is keeping her afloat And a tiny little skipper With his worn and tattered
Well, I'm down and I'm out And I've had it to here with the city life Gonna grab me a plane That'll take me back home to my folks Maybe real soon Just
Well, in 1941 a happy father had a son And by 1944, father walks right out the door And in '45 the mom and son were still alive But who could tell in '
Open your window and take a deep sigh Think about letting the rest of the world go fly a kite Taking it easy, is easy as pie And holding your hand is
It's the perfect way To end a perfect day It's the perfect way To end a perfect day Ride with me, glide with me Stay by my side with me through the night