They crossed over the border the hour before dawn Moving in lines through the day, most of our planes Were destroyed on the ground where they lay waiting
when all in the help in the world won't get you by. When all of the friends that you lean on let you down you wonder why? I see you there with your painting
The Gothenburg streets were like silver sheets As I kicked my feet through the snowy world And in that land there I held the hand of my Scandinavian girl
After these processions comes the sweeping up The rag and bone possessions, an old tin cup The army trucks have hauled away the newly slain The angry
I'm hiding in a rain barrel Inside these consul walls, This shaft of light is so narrow I can't see much at all, Outside I hear the feet running Voices
Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run Hot dogs, wet clogs, clicking up the sidewalk
Before the phone hits the receiver you're halfway to the door the voice said "get out while you can, theres just 10 minutes, nothing more" Time for only
I was drawn by the sirens of Titan Carried along by their call Seeking for a way to enlighten Searching for the sense of it all Like a kiss on the wind
When the cock crows And the wind blows And the primrose of dawn Is at your windows Moving through the deep You chase dreams across your sleep Scarecrows
On a Christmas cake day one Friday in August In a bookshop in Charing Cross Road I first set eyes on a girl and at once I did know She had eyes like a
Oh, you slipped away from the harbor side In the mornin? bright and clear And your sails were filled with the risin? wind And you laughed for all to hear
The stranger comes to town He is greeted like a prince Society declares him wise and funny Celebrities are only decorations in this place What really
Mr. Carmichael says that he loves his wife, I believe he does Gives her everything that a man can give But Mr. Carmichael beggars himself on the altar
I was making my way through the wasteland The road into town passes through I was changing the radio stations With my mind on you Oh, your friends call
This place is so far away From what passes for civilized life No shops and no cars and no city lights Just a river of stars Over the southernmost ocean
It was late in December, the sky turned to snow All round the day was goin' down slow Night like a river beginning to flow I felt the beat of my mind
I sat upon the evening hill The shadows set, the night grew still And as I sat, guitar on knee A voice of flowers called to me Sing, sing to me your
On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She