Walkin' down the beach, kickin' up the sand Not so far away wonderin' where they'll land We'd talk of things to do and places that we'd tame A one will
Don't say you love me Don't say you care, you're so far away Telephone communication Only a three minute elation when I hear your voice Through love
You keep sayin' no to her Since she was a baby You keep sayin' no to her Not even maybe Why? Why? You say there's a limit there She can't go past that
Like a silent ray of sunlight Catching in my eye Like a bird sea goin' Coasting on my sky It happens each day You're away from here A bunch of friends
Here it comes again, it's going to happen to me Here it comes, I should have learned to duck She's going to say, she's going away And I will have to live
Once upon a time There was a garden on a high hill Standin' green and blossomin' against the sea And there the sun came and the rain pourin' down The
them make you a slave Don't make waves, don't make waves, don't makes waves And when the toys that you dreamed of have finally come They all will break
Crimson flames tied through my years Rollin' high and mighty trapped Countless violent flaming roads Using ideas as my map "We'll meet on edges soon,"
Once upon a time, there was a garden on a high hill Standin' green and [Incomprehensible] against the sea And there the sun came and the rain pourin'
Old John Robertson He wore a Stetson hat People everywhere would Laugh behind his back No one cared to take Any time to find out What he was all about
t hide from the look in her eye You'll find you're locked in her spell All the sights and sounds Your senses will be found And only time will tell How
Minus 20 in counting 19 18 17 16 15 14 13 12 11 10 9 8 7 6 5 We have ignition 3 2 1 We have lift off Armstrong, Aldrin and Collins Were launched away
Tommy and Janey barely eighteen Holdin' hands at the jewelry store Eyes open wide starin' inside At the ring that they wanted for her Mister bring it
Honey they're bringin' out a TV crew They wanna do a story 'bout me and you They'll be stringin' up bright lights in the backyard There'll be cameras
The ghost it faints collecting the spores from the air Feeding the growth with minimal cuts the body is nurtured The spirit untouched a life led by pride
Travelin' down a lonely highway I knew not where the road would end Not a penny in my pocket All a lone without a friend In a little country village I
Превод: Уилямс, Ханк. Ти тежести са по-големи от моя.