In light of all I've learned so far. I don't believe I'm so strange. In spite of all this time I spend. Calling the air by a name. . When the first light comes over the trees.
Sit there with a blank expression. Say you can't go on anymore. It's not like me to come out and help you. Maybe I've been down this road before. . Been living in the shadows, now you come out slow.
There was a little girl, picked up a doll, oh so white as snow. Said, "This is me as I really am". Same little girl, picked up a doll, looked just like her.
I think maybe I knew her in school. In my memory's faded view. I remember years ago. Her name I barely knew. . Years later I saw her in town. Knocking on my window talking loud.
Well a great black river a man had found. So he put all his money in a hole in the ground. And sent a big steel arm drivin' down down down. Man now I live on the streets of Houston town.
Spiraling, falling. A silver machine. From wings of freedom. Silent above. . Eyelids were burning. Summer sun roasting. Tumbling chrome. In the clear blue sky.
I came from nothing before nothing began. Broke the window of existence and became a man. . No sympathy for fools. My star is black and burned. I tilt towards the light.
I've watched the open line, I'd swing the sun up in the sky. I threw down the screens and opened up the door. The sun came streaming in and it shone out through your eyes.
Yes, yes I'd launch into the rising sun. My livin' breath is measured. Every step is done fare you well my friends. See you down the line, yea, yea. .
We ride the cosmic streams of time. We are the fools you came to trust. We blind the eyes of history. We tear ourselves down from your cross. . Half lives.
Holy was the preacher. Riding on his rig of steel in the rising sun. This was no grim reaper. But a man with a smile who took a pride in a job well done, yeah.
Trapped inside a web of fiery gravity that fuels all our needs. Chaotic energy that sucks the life from H to H e. All life withers in the sun. I deny what I have done.
Sound of Merlin's fired up and their spoiling for the fight. A thousand bombers ready, it's the target for the night. Deeper into Germany, but we all know the score.
Shoot, shoot. Shoot all the clowns, yeah. Shoot, shoot. Shoot all the clowns. Shoot, shoot, yeah. . I've been down at the crazy house. I've been playing with the cat and the mouse.
(woo, hey). Mira, mira, mira, andale, andale, yeah-ow!. . [spoken:]. With a sense of irony, everyone you see. Is chasing their illusions. Take a dive, or sink, or swim.
Every day I walk out in this torn up world. And I fight to survive. I'm laughing when I make it to the Saturday. And I'm alive. Carrying your smile with me.
God is great, God is good. He guards your neighborhood. Though it's generally understood. Not quite the way you would. You try to take the slack. Stay awake and watch his back.
Sing my songs to me. Sing them to me softly. Sing me sunlight and shadows. Orange groves and meadows. Let your voice ring back my memories. Sing my songs to me.
(by Daniel Kortchmar). I've witnessed those one night stands. Must have played in a thousand bands. But I'm just here tonight, tomorrow I'll be gone. Seen folks show their blacker sides.