my eyes and now they're fading away... does it help you now to know, there is nowhere else to go? yea...i can give it all to you breathe in breathe
The Cremation of Sam McGee The Cremation of Sam McGee (Robert W. Service) There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun by the men who moil
watch with a diamond face I wanna watch through a scope Head shot from a mile away Ya head pop like JFK, like a plot by the CIA We ain't dying from the
that line a million times from you and its true, the midnight sky is another shade of blue. the midnight sky is another shade of blue.the midnight sky
't know why God knows why I wonder what it takes To free someone I wonder what it takes Free you from your prison Kings of the road keep travelin' on Every mile
the rain come down Now waking to the sun I calculate what I had done Like jumping from the bow, yeah Just to prove that I knew how, yeah It's midnight
a while For a while Joseph ran a lumber yard About a mile from Olive park Quiet boy, he never had much to say It was love right from the start He bought
light of springing snowdrop golden sun - at midday hour twilight violet midnight stars come shining silver you're a rainbow and you take my breath away
down Miles down from Heaven Alone on this Hell-bound train The wheels keep a-turning The fires keep on burning Once around a long way down So far from
why, God knows why I wonder what it takes To free someone I wonder what it takes Free you from your prison Kings of the road keep travelin' on Every mile
leads to my own bed So at least tonight My head will be alright. We broke down Miles out of Morgantown A midnight rainstorm crashing down Not one breathing
There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run
finished there was nothing to say 'Cause mostly they made love from ten miles away But dreaming just comes natural Like the first breath from a baby
stormin' Ain't really no competition - I rip apart all 'em! (all 'em) Go call 'em! - I serve niggaz till they get borin' (borin') Midnight, midday, mornin
city for awhile For awhile Joseph ran a lumber yard About a mile from olive park Quiet boy he never had much to say It was love right from the start
magazines up in her room And felt just like Sunday on Saturday afternoon. Chorus: But dreaming just comes natural Like the first breath from a baby,
why God knows why I wonder what it takes To free someone I wonder what it takes Free you from your prison Kings of the road keep travelin' on Every mile
Stuck here on this highway In a river of red lights For at least another mile There?s no relief in sight Felling all alone but Then from the radio comes
