This year, next year, sometime, never. Will we ever get together. I keep hoping things are gonna change. Colours changing red to yellow. yesterday you said hello.
Well, I'm work shy, I'm wild-eyed. So shut that door when the baby cries. Keep me well fed, give me warm bread. Lay my body on a feather bed. . And spoil me, Angeline, get to work.
The angel tree has grown so high. And its roots are planted deep. Never climb that willow. 'Cause its trunk is awful steep. Yeah the trunk is awful steep.
I came down here just to waste some time. To get a little rest and to ease my mind. I didn't calculate it when I walked in the door. I only thought I'd stay for a minute or more.
The sun is up and the shades are all pulled down. I'm more paranoid with every little sound. Like the leaf blower blowing the leaves around. And a siren wailing on the other side of town.
Tread on my face if you like, little lady. Turn me inside out if you have to, baby. But don't you cross me off your list. I am young and I ain't never been kissed.
I'm sorry for everything I've said. And for anything I forgot to say too. When things get so complicated. I stumble, at best, muddle through. . I wish that our lives could be simple.
Lately of I've been thinking how much I miss my lady. Amoreena's in the cornfield brightening in the daybreak. Living like a lusty flower, running through the grass for hours.
Seen him playing in his backyard. Young boy just starting out. So much history in this landscape. So much confusion, so much doubt. . Been there drinking on that front porch.
Elton John and the Sounds of Blackness. . Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen. . See the little baby. Wrapped in a manger. On Christmas Morning. . Amen, Amen, Amen.
Raised to be a lady by the golden rule. Alice was the spawn of a public school. With a double barrel name in the back of her brain. And a simple case of 'Mummy-doesn't-love-me' blues.
You're a cool little one. My dark southern breeze. Sweeps through my fingers. And it amazes me. Dixie shadow land. Your envy shelters me. Lay down your burden.
You know it, it is only true. That you could be the best of you. How I wonder miles away. Tying horshoes by the bay. . As we know, maybe faster. All the way down to El Paso.
Raised to be a lady by the golden rule. Alice was the spawn of a public school. With a double barrel name in the back of her brain. And a simple case of 'Mummy-doesn't-love-me' blues.
If it came to pass that they should ask. What could I tell them. Would they criticize behind my back?. Maybe I should let them. . Oh, if only then and only then.
And breaking down never seems to be that hard. Falling short is always in the cards. I'm on the road, sun rising at my back. Lost it all somewhere between the cracks.
The sister of sunlight. Comes to my lonely life. Bearing the crosses I hung. I hung on my lonely wife. And the anchor told me. If I prayed by the river.
All quiet on the Western Front, nobody saw. A youth asleep in the foreign soil, planted by the war. Feel the pulse of human blood pouring forth. See the stems of Europe bend under force.
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby. Ain't nothing like the real thing. Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby. Ain't nothing like the real thing.
This ain't no battle honey, this ain't no fight. How come you take it so hard when I stay out all night. If I take a drink, is that against the law?. And if I have a good time, do you call that an act of war?.