Commodore, commodore, commodore Well, save yourself, the cellars cold but dry Commodore, commodore, commodore Well, grab your coat the wind'll blow out
All the leaves turn green in the summer All the roses bloom in May All the geese fly home for the winter High above our earth now paved All the stars
So you say you want a love song One to move your feet onto I'll sing a real life tune So you say you want a love song One to play your girlfriend with
Come on love, come on drugs I need the help, pick me up I'm feeling low, the alcohol Is wearing off The cocaine wore a hole inside My bitter soul, my
Well I broke, I wrote a song About our love and how it's strong How your kisses keep me warm And even when I make you cry I?ll still sing you lullabies
I hope you find what you're lookin for when it all comes runnin down I hope you find it painted black on your window, or the lips of your lovers frown
Do you remember When time wasn?t an issue at all It was where you were going How far you could walk Do you remember? Do you remember? Do you remember
Isn't it hard to pretend that there's no feeling When you're alone on sunny days Just give me hope there's some light inside your own engine Some mechanism
I heard about, I heard about your daddy got sick Drove down to the river to die alone Seven days, seven days till they found him all Wrapped up in a blanket
I dream of dusty roads Paved with gold that lead me in your eyes The marmaladed paintings Sing a song that not the crows will try The Piano screams a
The TV?s blaring, the radio is turned up loud Maybe then I?ll sleep well, maybe then I?ll drown you out Don?t want to think much I don?t want to reminisce
Apologies never sounded insincere than when calling up a mother Her bloody child on the battle field of war While the pretty politicians lay their babies
this road has over taught me lessons about my lonely soul i am young and getting wiser, soon i will grow old trip my heart from misconceptions fill
Do you remember when time, wasn?t an issue at all, It was where you were going, how far you could walk Do you remember? Do you remember? Do you
I ain't cutting my hair till the good lord comes. *repeat* I ain't cutting my hair till the good lord comes- arrive upon the mountain just to see what
I will miss the sunshine. I will miss the moon. I will miss the snowfields that put sparkles in your shoes. But I am gone, I am gone. If this road leads
Commodore, commodore, commodore well save yourself, the cellars cold but dry. Commodore, commodore, commodore well grab your coat, The wind'll blow
Busted wire and the tattered tongue Songs she wrote but she never sung Quiet eve of another year She'll soon forget Her blackened lungs from the cigarettes
