Sunken ships rest upon the ocean floor. Where I've made my home to dodge the draft once more. . There once was a time, one could flee to the north. But Canada's not what she used to be.
All the time you were burning my letters. You were only acting the part. You think without me you'll get on much better. But you don't even know your own heart.
Blood stains on the carpet. Blood stains on my hands. Drag her toward the kitchen. Hide the evidence. . Oh the toil a lie can bring. That quitters never know.
The sun shines and leaves blow. And my hope like autumn is turning brown. And I know it seems like I'm always falling down. . But it does not matter to me.
It's weird to think of all the things. That have not been keeping up with the times. It's ten o'clock the sun has now. Just begun to set the western hills on fire.
You were born in KC, Missouri to a girl who wasn't married. After your birth she brought you to the nursery. Kissed your head and told you not to worry.
Crazy people know. The special place to go. When the pressure is on. Neurons re-align. 'Til the feeling is fine. Or the trouble is gone. They're in the business.
Ultra-violet rays are washing over all the boys and girls. As their moms lay tanning by the pool. All of their dads arriving home. All the children hug his neck unaware of their inheritence.
Satellites mediate. For us the day's events. Through fiber optics. I hope we can change the same. . I wouldn't mind. But you are my only hope. I wouldn't mind.
I don't wanna believe that all of the above is true. But I could be persuaded if you were to give me proof. So why don't you come over Thursday, maybe we can talk it through.
I'm feeling independent. I made it through another day, having a wonderful time. I haven't felt the sickness. I think I may have scared it away, looks like I'm gonna be fine.
Such an awful, tragic night. Though I've only done what's right. But even with my conscience clear. I can't help this flood of tears. . I've got my eye on the finish line.
Having no idea that his youngest son was dead. The farmer and his sweet young wife slept soundly in his bed. In the shadow of the mountain as the cattle hung their heads.
You said that you would not love me last summer. And you said that you would not love me last spring. But I hoped that you would change your mind by autumn.
I saw in your bedroom. The drawers had been emptied. Looking for answers. But you won't admit it now. . You don't need a reason. That's what you tell me.
Dad dad why did you let that man. Push you around like that. You should have beat him down. Down to the ground. Down to the ground for that. . He said, "Son, you're still young.
Bands with managers are going places. Bands with messy hair and smooth white faces. . But you don't believe when I say. That it won't be alright, alright.
My dress shoes on. The well kept cemetery lawn. Both of them weeping. Their one good son now was gone. . The irony to see my dad. Down on his knees. Crying out to Jesus.
We barely ever fight she knows that I love her. At first we made it every night but I don't want to bug her about it. She just has a funny way of loving me.
Arizona curled up with California. Then she tried to hide the whole thing from New Mexico. Who knew before he saw them making out in Yuma. That she was loving someone new.