I had a bad night i mean not so bad i thought i was king of the world and i drank til daylight i mean i never stopped once til my hands finally fell and
Daydream, look upon the world and here's a golden glory Take it all the story Same thing Graces by the dozen why they come so plenty Spread it out from
To the one behind the curtain Who gave us heaven for a day And took us out of our blue hard work and gray And gave us heaven for a day: The sunshine
You be that fool paranoia-stricken lover Always trying to nail her only red dress down to the floor. You be that cruel man coming up the stairway every
I don't even know you But I think I might love you just the same Said now, I don't even know you But I think I might love you just the same Said, I'd
Dream on, dream on as I may I get a little closer every day To what I think it should be. I drive a little bit further, further A little further down
He was the son of a loving business man, Young days filled with affluent affection. Late nights all alone, walking along those suburban roads, Searching
Well, she brightens up my day She's got a heart of gold, but she doesn't have a lot to say And she eases up my mind Good things and sunshine all the
Another night I'll be good Make sure not to take as many chances as I could While I'm away I'll be sure Not to taste as much sweetness as I should And
Here at daybreak, Though nothing seems quite broken Staring at the sky with my Arms and my hands and my eyes wide open. Must be other places I could go
Waiting. Waiting by all these dry vines. Yes, I've been waiting, waiting, Lord, For the river-tide to pass on by. And I know it ain't rolled by yet, Because
Darkness Radio Blaring BEEP BEEP Find the strength to get up and feel around. Slippers in the same place, cold tiles staring. Water hits the face and
Tell me your number. Tell me your name. Tell me your shoe size, little darling, You can tell me anything, Just don't tell me, tell me, tell me You've
Operation live my life In a sea of never-beens And I can't work enough, pull the wool enough, Or even play enough to be satisfied within. Small doses
Quiet, auburn, oaken chest Cherry tobaccan and nightworn-- The leaves are at their ripest. Wool-knit and fire-warmed Brisk is somewhere near. But for
Painting lines and taking down numbers. Fall into a drink at the table in the corner. Making eyes with another perfect stranger When in steps my mind,
Not your sister. Not your brother. Not your friends' families' fathers Or your one-hundred-sixy IQ. Not your fairy tale. Not your bank roll. Not your
What if we were in the same boat Rolling on a green sea Listening to the water No ordered future, no sorted old, wet memories? And what if time was not
