Put on my blue suede shoes. And I boarded the plane. Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues. In the middle of the pouring rain. W.C. Handy, won't you look down over me.
Three steps down below the city streets. In our private room, the color all runs out. An' not a sound, the smoke curls in the air. And I can feel a sliding peace, come over me tonight.
Put on my blue suede shoes. And I boarded the plane. Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues. In the middle of the pouring rain. W.C. Handy -- won't you look down over me.
Watched him comin' up Winslow. Down South Park Boulevard. Lookin' good from tail to hood. Great big fins and painted steel. Man, it looked just like the Batmobile.
Put on my blue suede shoes. And I boarded the plane. Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues. In the middle of the pouring rain. . W.C. Handy. Won't you look down over me.
I'm writing you this letter from some old hotel. I can feel the distance between us. From the Spanish Steps to the liberty bell. I know the Angels have seen us seen us, baby see us, baby.
Fallen angel, come to me. Give me something to believe. Before I turn on every vow. Turn to me if you still know how. . Spent my share of restless days.
Baby I've been searching like everybody else. Can't say nothing different about myself. Sometimes I'm an angel and sometimes I'm cruel. When it comes to love, I'm just another fool.
I don't know much about you. I don't know who you are. And we've been doing fine without you. But we could only go so far. . I don't know why you chose us.
There's a stranger in a car. Driving down your street. Acts like he knows who you are. Slaps his hand on the empty seat and says. . "Are you gonna get in.
She runs down the staircase. And into the yard. And she goes down to the end of the drive. With her friends on the phone. And her angels on guard. . She's just recently feeling alive.
Got into a cab in New York City. Was an Oriental man behind the wheel. Started talking about heaven like it was real. Said, "They got mansions in heaven.
I could hear the shutters banging in my mother's house. And the wind just kept blowing off the lake. I ran down to the front door and told the ambulance man.
Lately he can feel it. Turning off inside his heart. She's calling him from the car phone. And she's falling apart. . Now he could call in her prescription.
I wanna be a man of the world. With blood in my veins and a hurt in my heart. Out in the street with the noise and the dirt. And the ones still lookin' for a brand new start.
Tonight I cried the tears of a child. Who knows what fear runs deep and wild inside. But the river's in flood tonight. . I lay down and the light streamed across my face.
I'm coming to see you tomorrow sometime. Gonna bring you some roses, gonna tear off the vines. Gonna talk to the wind that blows through the trees. Kiss you like always from down on my knees.
Everybody talks about some fateful day. I guess that this was mine. I may be here to tell some kind of story. But I think it's gonna take a little time, that's all right.
I was driving down Ninth Avenue. As the sky was getting dark. Didn't have nothin' else to do. So I kept on riding to Battery Park. . I stepped out in the damp and misty night.
Baby let's go below the surface. See what we can find. There's no reason to be nervous. 'Cause it happens all the time. . I don't wanna go up to the mountain.