Ordinarily Id have the decency to hold my tongue. And then eventually wind up opening the vein. Rather born to leave, ask me if I plan to turn and run.
I'm riding shotgun down the avalanche. Tumbling and falling down the avalanche. . So be quiet tonight the stars, shine bright. On this mountain of new fallen snow.
The first rose to rise up in the ruins of the flood. You brought me down like a hawk to your glove. But a poor girl is made out of sorrow and blood. Some hearts survive but mine isn't one.
S. colvin - elly brown. . Full full moon and. That same sad nature. I wanna cover every inch of you. Like ink on paper. Like the blind parade of souls.
Full, full moon and that same sad nature. I wanna cover every inch of you like ink on a paper. Like the blind parade of souls consumed by religion. I can't wait 'til I get you in that defenseless position.
Here we go again. Another round of blues. Several miles ago. I set down my angel shoes. . On a lost highway. For a better view. Now in my mind's eye. All roads lead to you.
Roger Wilco, it's okay. It's all yours, it's anything that you say, ooh. My company fell in, we were airborne again. The next thing we knew, you dropped like sticks in the wind, ooh.
I've been sleeping fair. Lately I could swear I'm thinking. Clearer and clearer. . And I've been working hard. Looking at my punch card. And my mirror, my mirror.
Please no more therapy. Mother take care of me. Piece me together with a. Needle and thread. . Wrap me in eiderdown. Lace from your wedding gown. Fold me and lay me down.
Maybe somewhere in the southern hemisphere. There could be room for all this love. Where they've saved a place for innocence. And what is still mysterious.
One small year. It's been an eternity. It's taken all of me to get here. Through this one small year. . The hands of time. They pushed my down the street.
Jump into the night, gas up and down shift. Cruise up the coast on the FM drift. It's a crazy world on the head of a pin. . Some other time, some other star.
Four blocks up and two streets down. I went back to my old hometown. Like a kid I ran and hid on cue. . For that's when times were really sad. Winter there was really bad.
Well, I don't tell jokes. And I don't take notes. And you been sayin' there ain't much hope. You got nothin' on me. . I got friends uptown. And they don't talk down.
This is your new thing now. Naked as a rose. Everything exposed. But not quite. This is your new thing now. Cards out on the table. A genius with no label.
Find a nail to hang your hat on. Go and get yourself a chair. If there's a little hope to fathom. Mr. Levon left it there. . Don't imagine you can lose him.
I don't know what else to do. I would rather do anything. Than write this song for you. And perpetuate this thing. . In my head, in my living room. With the usual arsenal.
I've been thinking. About you and me. Maybe I was just. Seeing what I wanted to see. . You can call me crazy. But you know this time I swore. That I wouldn't run.
You say you get a feeling about it. They're starting to know what you mean. I only have to look at somewhere you've been walking. Think I know everyplace that you've been.
Out on the road and a refugee. Thinking about it and I cry out loud. I wouldn't ask you to comfort me. Knowing what I know now. We had a love and it went all wrong.