Standing on a bus stop Feeling your head pop Out in the night In the kind of night Where you want to be out On the street, on the street Crawling up the
I've been away for far too long I've had my mind wrapped around this one song But last week on the radio while Driving near that place we used to go Where
Well I made some mistakes and at least privately it takes And here's another one And I said "it would be okay" But that's a lie, man I mean, "Hey, we
And speaking of Little Miss Catherine I feel swell, oh well Because losing you Was something I always... Did so well I guess I just can't tell anymore
Five, six, seven, eight! All the time, awake You're still on my mind But we were on our own Almost all the time And she'll step away For a second or
Well I never knew my mother but I can't say it was so bad. She was still a girl of seventeen the night she met my dad. He was just six months out of chino
was genghis The con artist, fiendish, on target, laser beam shift Trackin' your movements like the pentagon Disarm the meanest lookin' studio prankster Endangered, we airborne
I lost my innocence today I could feel her in my bones My bones, my bones, my bones My blood, my blood, my blood, my blood And I woke up, tired, scared
And it starts... sometime around midnight or at least that's when you lose yourself for a minute or two As you stand... under the barlights and the band
I can only say these things to you while you're sleeping. Through the hum from the wires, the sounds of the morning creeping. I lay awake pretending you
I've been in a daze It seems like days that I've been waiting For this dream to pass It goes so fast It seems nothing lasts I think I've lost something
All these buckets of rain, I've heard enough about. You say that I lied. I am a gentleman didn't I ask for a place I could stay? What were we both thinking
All of these grateful looks All these grateful eyes All the furious stares and the fretful sighs Promising everything To everyone We'll be back soon
I've been away for far too long I've had my mind wrapped around this one song I heard last week on the radio while Driving near that place we used to
The book of love is long and boring No one can lift the damn thing It's full of charts and facts and figures And instructions for dancing but I... I
With the lines of the cars at the college at night Are their pillows and blankets, their posters and lights Are their hopelessly young faces Tight with
We were born without time Nameless in the arms of a mother, a father and God When the world waits for us a thousand years in the crush Of our eyes fearless
I held my head in hands, and I trembled. The cries from the crowd and the girl in the camera. I said, in a prayer, a kind of surrender I wished her peace