God is a real estate developer With offices around the nation They say one day he'll liquidate His holdings up on high I say it's all speculation He
He turned the rock, He turned the rock He turned the rock into living water He turned the rock, He turned the rock He turned the rock into a flowing fountain
What's to be done with a prodigal son? Welcome him home with open arms Throw a big party, invite your friends Our boy's come back home When a girl goes
Sleep comes creeping in At four in the morning Sneaking up the stairs Shoes in her hands Don't you know what time it is? Oh, I've been worried about
When you asked me "Michelle, do you love me?" I did not know what to say So I just laid down beside you And loved you in a silent way And when you asked
Shaking hands and fingers that do tremble Soldier's joy has been a bitter pill Though in battle a brave man I resemble Alone, I am a coward without will
It was that kind of misting rain It was that kind of night Nothing was wrong Oh, it just wasn't right It weren't the blues It weren't low rent It was
Saturday morning found me itching To get on over to my grandma's kitchen Where the sweetest little berries was cooking up right And then we'd put them
I keep a pile of pennies In the pocket of my pants I pay my toll to the sidewalk troll My entrance fee to street romance Oh, streetcorner ambassador
I seem to have lost my patience Waiting for the clouds of dust the custom cutters bring The foreman called to say, he would be here any day With his convoy
When I grow up I want to be an old woman When I grow up I want to be an old woman Oh, an old, an old, old woman Then I think I'm gonna find myself an
You had a little drink Your friends have all gone Leaving you to find Your weaving way home What more can I do? There's a chance that I may Have to stand
Too little too late Don't you tell me how it used to be I've seen the record and it clearly reads 'To date' Too little too late Too little too late Don
Midnight and Yoland has a long walk home Midwifing a hard labor the baby was stillborn Still the mother asks to hold the child that never cries Rocks
I took the time to write to my old friend I walked across that burning bridge I mailed my letter off to Dallas but Her reply came from Anchorage, Alaska
Hey farmer, you been livin' here all your life, not yet Hey farmer, where does this road go? Been livin' here all my life, it ain't gone nowhere yet Hey
must believe Well I need to see you laugh again And I want to see you smile Michelle, little girl I love you baby You're my only child Michelle, little
The sidewalk's cracked and dirty face Is looking up from underneath my feet It's staring at the hallow broken boy Who's lost and wandering these city