Lost like the best of us can get, wings with no direction. Tossed over waves of emptiness. Looking glass with no reflection. But at the end of my rope, you came and gave me hope.
I held on to that last cigarette. Like it was some kind of life line. Rolled it back and forth between my fingers. Let it hang from my lips like a kiss that lingers.
They're only tears reach up and touch one. They come from the way you touch me. Tears rise like a tide to the moon. When the heart of a woman is open to you.
Introduction: This one is the story of Harry Pollitt.. Harry Pollit was at one time a very influential member of the Communist Party in England,. until he was finally throwm out; and when they threw him out,.
I'm not one to take chances. I've always played it safe. But girl I've been out on a limb. Since I saw your smiling face. I feel like I'm walking a tightrope.
I'm not afraid. I can count on you. To catch me now. I'll just let go, one thing is true. You won't let me down. With your arms around. . To cover me.
That mirror's been lyin' to you. 'Cause my eyes see the same girl I gave my heart to. Where you see time's erosion I see beauty growin'. But you wonder if I'm still in love with you.
Well I'm no different than the average girl. My dreams wrap around the world. And I'll be living somewhere in France. When my dreams come ttue. . There'll be a big boat waitin' on me.
This old hat's hung on the bedpost too long. Forgotten like some used to be remembered like a song. Where all the words are so easy to recall. Hmm, this old hat.
I could tell you that it don't hurt you're leavin' me. And I could say it never really matter the way you've always treated me. Baby I could lie to you some more and say I won't cry when you walk out back door.
Words & Music by. Ed Bruce and Donnie Blanz. . At the door at five a.m.. Off to bust my back again. And here you are, kissing me goodbye. Suddenly the day at hand.
Words & Music by. Ed Bruce and Dee Moeller. . Were there never quite enough Sundays. Did I leave out a birthday or two. Did I make too much of mere holiday fluff.
The last thing on your lips were mine. And the last thing in my arms was you running blind. So you can see, how it might have caught me, a little off guard.
Moonlight in a dew drop. Two miles to the ridge top. One hand on the wheel is probably. One more than I need. Bald tires in a dirt road. Chauffeur us all the way up.
His name was Twister he lived in the pasture. Right down from my daddy's farm. They say there's a cowboy who once tried to ride him. Now he's mending fences with only one arm.
The other day I walked out on the street I happened to see. A pretty young woman a little bitty boy and he looked back at me. See the big man cry mama that's what I heard him say.
Girl don't look at me that way for the things I must do. For it's not that I love you less there's just nothing left to do. But understand my reasons that I ask to be set free.
(Robin Lee Bruce/Ed Bruce). . Sometime I thought I'd found the one love of my lifetime. Funny how your heart can fool ya sometime. Nighttime, the memories start to crawl around the nighttime.
Said I wouldn't but I here I am. About to follow my heart off these cliffs again. Leave good sense and caution on the ledge behind me. I just want to feel that rushing wind.