'm on his tail like Sonic little shorty palming on a 40 Broad day, I'm trying to dodge a cover story Look like he stopping for gas I'm a pluck him, yay
talking about when times were simple To make a long story short it goes Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan love and the city that never sleeps From thought
let me fly away I need someone to love me I need somebody to carry me home to San Francisco And bury my body there That's the story of a very unfortunate
it's clear All us steadies love it here At Bobo's Bar and Grill Look at Mr. Miller Shootin' pool with Bobby Bankin' off the corners We love that sound
love your sweet face and your dear smiling eyes how often this story's been told If I could but win your heart little girl then I would have treasures untold [ piano
Dinner call in the late afternoon The sun step down for the moon Story books, nightlights And I still remember songs Piano sing-alongs And the colored
, I ain't never been so alone and I never felt so cold I swear that I want love more than I want gold I'd trade it all for one more story with you Or
audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each other. That's because
L.A. "Send me postcards from L.A. signed with love forevermore. Picture postcards from L.A. to hang on my refrigerator door. Rachel, if you find me one, I'd love
. signed with love forevermore Picture postcards from L.A. to hang on my refrigerator door Rachel, if you find me one, I'd love a picture of The California sun I'm the piano
Would you like to hear the story of a girl that many soldiers know It's a tale of love and all its glory they tell it when the lights're soft and low
on. 'Junior Choice' played one morning. The song was 'English Scheme.' Mine. They'd changed it with a grand piano and turned it into a love song. How
playing so loud I can hardly hear It's tellin' a story about a boy like you And each selection that I make tells me how my heart will break For fallin' in love
windowsill Twenty million stories to not get to you God I'm coming, hallelujah Home is side by side we lie Love the lie we're living Glamour and the tragedy For
was a good place, and in days were where I lived, I imagined life had purpose and I'd something good to give, Mr. Cave played along on the battered hallway piano, Oh, every love
and behind me Swim in the deep blue sea, cornfields sway lazily All smiles, all easy, where you from? What you on and what's your story? Mesmerizing tones, risin' pianos
In tomorrow's newspaper you'll read about me but they won't tell the story I know For they'll only say he plunged yesterday to the cold dark waters below
