In your head it makes sense Now I have dropped my defense I hope you figure it out soon I can't comprehend The mess we're in this time Better off without
Mixed drinks and a night we can't remember She broke the heals on the shoes I lent her This could be Paris, this could be London We've been going hard
She was the rose of sharon from paradise lost From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross I was playing a show in miami in the theater of
No me preguntes como sucedio O si sera cierto, tal vez no Solo se que ahora estoy aqui Y no hago otra cosa que pensar en ti Oh, pensar en ti Me resulta
Across the naked desert That housed a million hurts But I heard a voice call unto me Beware, is what it said You're asking all the questions That is
The wind quartet howls softly My jeep hand strokes her necklace Crusted, crammed with old Etruscan gold. Her bird head torn with summer Inspects
Her with moon trodden plow Herds of African cows Grazed on her beauty Fragrant and pale Young once youthful still now Muse to the willow and ploughed
Old rocking chair It beckons you like a junkie's needle Start thinking feeble Cowardly lion The special today is karma yoga Glued to the sofa Where
Voices come from down the hall In my room, all painted white I have my bat and rubber ball I like to sleep with them at night But now, I'm all smiles
Maybe I'm down to my last dollar I'm weak in the knees and soft in the holler I've found a place where we can go A little piece of land where the west
(D. Vaughn, M. Clayton, B. St.James) Hey! Someone get the doctor, gypsy woman weave your magic spell Shaman do your rain dance, looks like Mother Earth
(Neil Young) In a lonesome shack by the railroad track I spent my younger days And I guess the sound of the outward bound Made me a slave To my wandering
Andy tooks us down upon the keyside To board the silver boat Upon the Wind and Waves And Daniel he harrelted the boat And directed her well Across the
Come gather in my lungs Scottish wind Belt out your blackest poems as the sea around you sings When the drone takes to the? air a single note to raise
I can't wait I can't wait for the time to break Use it for a motorbike You'll spin right out of sight You'll never have been where you'll be You
How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes, an' how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, an'
Well, I know I don't have to be told That the North wind is chilly and cold Well, I know far from the South wind I ran Now, I'm a lost and lonely man,
I still recall the place When I first felt your gypsy wind playin' on my face That summer's long since gone But gypsy winds have ways of staying on Voices