Janine, Janine, I sing If you were the Baltic sea and I were a cup, uh huh I fell asleep by the blue light of live at five And as I drifted off, I heard
I died He kept floating past my eyes And singing his songs Life was good now death's all wrong Cause you can't feel a thing No heart flutters in late spring You just drift
larger thingy, its lights flash As a clock-like diagram with a pointer swings and lights up each number, we hear ...) One-two-three Four-five Six-
KLM Left the airport in the heat In the bus, strange people meet Driving through the starless night Passing very unusual sights Left the bus at five to five
and I'll get it back But look me in the eye babe Tell me why you love me like that? Why you love me like that ooh oh? Well I've walked this world Five
of the dawn's gray gloom In her lonely room Beverly works all day at the factory On her feet from five to nine On the assembly line Beverly drifts
Big John Big John Ev'ry mornin' at the mine you could see him arrive He stood six foot six and weighed two forty five Kinda broad at the shoulder and
(Big John, Big John) (Spoken) Ev'ry mornin' at the mine you could see him arrive He stood six foot six and weighed two forty five Kinda broad at the
turn back into the world oh the rain fell five minutes late, belle, only worse back in the rain running around black in the fire back in the world
boy molested in confession Who plotted for 20 years then slit the throat of a reverend And half of this thought is young vandal the system Contraption of credo drift
His mama was a midnight woman His daddy was a drifter drummer One night they put it together Nine months later came the little black bummer He was a
' DJ on W O L D Playin' all the hits for you wherever you may be The bright good-mornin' voice who's heard but never seen Feelin' all of forty-five goin
just hold my hand say that they made you but you brought your own leash tell me no more no say i'm the last one outside by the drift you read my will
paper plates And they drove or flown in here from 15 different states Stanley Wilson said that sixty years ago he knew That Miss Sama Tucker was the one Now five
't recall, Drifting or falldown, Maybe im selfish and blind, I'll drink myself to sleep, Five thousand times. I'll drink myself to sleep, Five
of heartache yet to go. Drifted down to Mexico, And figured I'd just lay low. Saturday night they threw me into jail. Blew my last twenty-five, In
Along about eighteen twenty five I left Tennessee very much alive I never would have forded the Arkansas mud If I hadn't been a riding on the Tennessee
's gravitational mania no gravitational bodily harm, or else flying's a heavy task Put an end to continental drift, bring back Pangaea What is is What