I'm a travelling man, a-moving. You name it I've been there. And night and day I strive to sell my wares. Got nothing I can show you. Nothing you can wear.
There comes a time babe when we've gotta go. Our time has been. Great up till now but we've gotta go love. Hit the road and start another show. One too many mornings we've been lazing.
I am leaving when the leaves fall. I am returning when the eyes open. I am hidden when the eyes close. I am between lips and lids. My murder shuts quiet.
Waking up today, it was cold out. There's something I should say, but I can't get my head around. The bends in your brain, and your elaborate pain. Makes me tired.
I have journeyed endless nights. Seen many harbors where I took rest a while. On this boat court near and far. To be what you must you must give up what you are.
In this glass world we stop feeling pain. Going nowhere, we've got everything. In this glass world people who live below. Wish they were here just looking in.
When I hold your hand I could fly a zillion miles with you. When I see your grace I can see you're God's words come true. Every little bird above the haze and fish beneath the waves.
Everybody's thinking about the rain. Everybody's thinking about the rain. Wonder if the sun is gonna come again, things are looking bad. Everybody in the world, in the world's looking so sad.
You can listen if you wish. To a small thing I have to say. You dont have to, if you dont want to. I am sure that you have. Other things to fill your day.
I remember this town with a girl by my side. And a love seldom found in this day and time. And it gets melancholy every now and again. When you let your mind go and drifts way back when.
She's got a knack for hurting me...Is it the words she says?. . The only thing that keeps me here...are her eyes in the morning.. . I've packed my things a thousand times..
A Sunday proposal you got on one knee. down on Old Harold's farm, picnic under a tree. do you remember how a trick of the light turned the sky green?.
The trouble with poets is they talk to much.. They tell us how it hurts them,. and it hurts them just a little more.. . We can not tell;. maybe they make that part up!.
and then for no reason at all, there's the cocked head of confusion. vommiting a stream of consciousness, a conversation with your house pet. discernable only in a state of mind trailing your instinct.
I want you to. Turn your lights down low. And open up your window curtain. And let jah moon come shining in. Into our lives again. Singin': ooh, it's been a long, long time.
There's only 6 miles of bad road between you and I.. Only 6 miles of Bad Road and blue sky. If he gets there fast, you won't feel his breath. You won't catch my eye.
When the machines have gone. You'll wonder where you've been. You cant outrun yourself. But you're alone again. An ordinary man. An ordinary girl. Somewhere along the way.
There's a black dog from the Fenian Rd. He follows everywhere I ever go.. When the earth is bare and nothing grows. He is company and we, will turn the stones..
Two brown eyes. Two brown eyes. Two brown eyes. Are looking out for you. . And arms open wide. Arms open wide. Waiting to close. With you inside. . And tired feet.
When the love that you share. Is enough that need to declare. Once the love song is sung. You tie your love in a knot that will never be undone. . Once a vow is made.