I cry up to the man in the moon. He's the only one can help me now. I bought the line that as long as I tried. I could not leave empty handed. But I've done all I can do.
In the dessert where the stars are bright. And constellations rule your life. Long ago three kings set out. To follow a peculiar light. . What did they see up in the sky.
Wouldn't it be nice to walk together. Baring our souls while wearing out the leather. We could talk shop, harmonize a song. Wouldn't it be nice to walk along.
Did it feel any good?. Did it hit you like it should?. Was I on your mind?. Was I on your mind?. . Were the lights in your eyes?. Did reflections leave you blind?.
Reach around me, look now you found me. Moving closer, closer, closer, still. Want you to surround me, come pull me down deep. I wanna feel you, feel you, feel you and how you breathe.
Once riding in old Baltimore, head filled, heart filled with glee. I saw a Baltimorean, keep looking straight at me. I was eight and very small and he was no whit bigger.
1 2 3 4. . There's blood on the sidewalk. From someone I don't know. I step around it. So I won't get it on my shoe. . On my way to work in Washington.
I am wading deep waters trying to get home. Lord I am wading deep waters trying to get home. I am wading deep waters. Wading deep waters. Wading deep waters trying to get home.
There I go saying the same old things. Something to rhyme or to cling to. When times were tough, I didn't say enough. Like some sweet lines to say to you, relate to you.
Deep in the hundred acre wood. Where Christopher Robin plays. You will find the enchanted neighbourhood. Of Christopher's childhood days. A donkey named Eeyore is his friend.
Deep love, hell you know trouble so well. You don't have a pattern and you never can tell. You are a yellow caution light and a yield sign. And I'm building tall fences to protect this heart of mine.
What kind of move is the best thing. For leaving you in the I don't know. You can leave the best of a cool nest. But there's no master plan when you go.
Walking past my lover's house. Bitter taste still in my mouth. Too much whiskey, too much smoke. Last night's tears hang on my coat. . But now the rain has stopped its fall.