So I'll sit here waiting. While the worlds will pass me. You can't have me. Walk by me. I can't say a word. I'm helpless. Can't help me. You can't stop me now.
I caught a glimpse of myself today. Wasn't a pretty picture, I must say. Well, I threw a dagger of poison words. Straight for my heart, was it deserved?.
At a diner down on broadway they make small talk,. When she brings his eggs and fills his coffee cup,. He jokes about his love life,. And tells her he's about ready to give up,.
A little boy on a big jet plane. Taking off in the pouring rain. They're bouncin' 'round like a basketball. He says 'Mama what if we fall?'. She looks in those big scared eyes.
(Julia Fordham). . My rose tinted glasses are incredible. Blinding me to the inevitable. Coloring my judgment like a jumbo pack of pens. Like the ones you buy for birthday's.
(Dave Berg/Sunny Russ/Deana Bryant). . I'm sittin' in this cafe,. People talkin' so loud I can't hear myself think.. That's not a bad thing.. The coffee keeps on coming,.
At a diner down on Broadway they make small talk. When she brings his eggs and fills his cup. He jokes about his love life. Tells her he's 'bout ready to give up.
She was coming to town on a whirlwind tour. And my baby just had to go. So I stood in line for sixteen hours. For a ninety-minute show. . I spent eighty-seven dollars for nosebleed tickets.
I see the end of every book I've ever read. I see the price of everything I've ever said. I feel the break in every rule I've ever bent. And I hear the sound of all the voices in my head.
You might say she started out. Without what folks call around here a fair shake. A little girl with no shoes on her feet. Tangled hair, and not a nickel to her name.
[Verse 1]. A little boy on a big jet plane. Taking off in the pouring rain. They're bouncin' 'round like a basketball. He says "Mama what if we fall?".
I don't care much for champagne. Got no need for wine and roses. Don't get romantic when it rains. I got nobody anyhow. . CHORUS:. But I did in Dallas.
Well, it's raining out. The windshield wipers, they don't work so well. And it's hard to see what's in front of me. . Well, the pain is sharp. And it grows deeper as the day goes dark.
You might say she started out. Without what folks call around here a fair shake. A little girl with no shoes on her feet. Tangled hair, and not a nickel to her name.
i can see her on that sliver sand. dancing to the local band. with the big red sun sinking down. shes the show attractin' the crowd. . hey. . well i fell hard and i fell fast.
That's the third time that you passed it. The turn to lover's lane. You're drivin' her in circles. You're drivin' me insane. . And this is your conscience speakin'.