Well, for one thing, there was a whole lot of guys. Who would've liked to have been in my shoes. But the upkeep on a woman like that. Will give an old poor boy the blues.
Our love, I feel it everywhere through the night time. It is the message of the breeze. Our love is like an evening prayer. I can hear it in every whisper of the trees.
Well, when I'm on my journey don't you weep after me. When I'm on my journey don't you weep after me, try it. When I'm on my journey don't you weep after me.
If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air. Quaint little villages here and there. You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod. . If you like the taste of a lobster stew.
Only the young feel that love is a dream. From which they'll never waken. Their world is an apple on a tree. Just waiting to be shaken. . And only the young don't care.
How could you do that, babe. . I'd never been so happy. Never had I been so far from sad. There's no doubt in my mind. You're the best thing I've ever had.
Now I love to sing that good old Taylor blues. I love to sing that good old Taylor blues. When we want a little drink. I swear we just can't lose. . Now you see, Mr. Melrose, standin' in the floor.
You Wake Up. And Its Far Too Late. You Never Saw The Writing On The Wall. But It's No Use. When The Love Has Gone. And You Try But You Just Cant Carry On.
...Rolling Fork. Frisco Bay. Asbury Park. Lost Highway. You're on the road. To rock and roll.... . ...Nashville cats. And you drive and drive. L.A. woman.
On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota. I thought I saw you standing there. Snow falling all around you like a silent prayer. Once on the streets of New York City.
Once I walked in the sun. You told me I was the one. Who made this life. So it is worth the sorrow. . You said you felt the same. You reached out and whispered my name.
Oh come all ye faithful. Joyful and triumphant. Oh come ye, oh come ye to Bethlehem. Come and behold Him. Born the King of Angels. . Oh come, let us adore Him.
Everyone knows him as old folks. Like the seasons he comes and he'll go. Just as free as a bird and as good as his word. That's why everybody loves him so.
It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place. Except you and me. So set 'em' up Joe, I got a little story. I think you should know. . We're drinking my friend, to the end.