There will be ice cream for naked boys swimming in kettles, diving in. Tornado country beat Allen lumber into mud ponds, sinking in. My ears are ringing, I keep hearing summer setting.
When what I came to say, is said. And the sun sets on my summer career. How September came for Sinatra. Now it's winter then it is a new year. . The big bright lights take Manhattan.
When the motor stops, I can't sleep. There's nothing so quiet as a boat under anchor. And the black amnesias in heaven. Are lighting the Sea of Cortez.
Four in the afternoon. I should be up and gone soon. This is the shirt. That I'm wearing out. . Torn at the elbow. From too much football. And one size too small.
In the deep south of heaven, on the wavering line. Where Tennessee will leave just in time. I'm writing it down, it will be different soon. You look amazing there stuck between me and the moon.
My girl's car 'round the corner on Clarke. She's in the window as its getting dark. Hope I'll be in there after dark. . So wouldn't it be nice. If we could live twice in just one life.
The sun comes up a little later. So, you can drink a little longer. I wish I had a dream last night. So half the time you'd be here. . I'm on your vine now, so high, I can see Italy.
She drank white wine. Makes me want to marry her memories, madly. And she slept across the ocean as we crossed the ocean. And I got cross with the ocean.
I wish you'd just ask me about Mercury. So I could answer truthfully. Singing startles the night and the night is over. South of the South Dakota border.
I was sad enough last Saturday. I woke you to talk but you didn't have much to say. You came to, to two cherry cokes, came to, to coke. . In the morning, when the wind is still warm.
Butterfly kissing you by the river where it started. Sandy strands of dishwater hair. And raspy whispers of cotton-picked fields. Off-white, under dry wind skies.
Some nights my room's dark. Some nights my room's dark. Some nights my room's dark. Some nights my room's dark. . Some nights my room's dark. Some nights my room's dark.
Make me a Chevy because an old Chevy made me. And a young one makes me a Chevy. Where would I go and how do I explain your body to the rest of my day.
I'm losing my voice talking to you about talking to you. Reading your books and wearing your clothes. Nobody knows that they're not mine. I guess that just fits with all this living around.
Bored walking on the boardwalk, New Jersey shore. If I come to New York, can I sleep on your floor?. . I've been living out of a suitcase on the motel floor.
Delaware are you aware of Air Supply and Television?. Are you still there, is this thing on, am I coming down?. Delaware where are you, where are you from Philadelphia?.
Yeah, I'm eatin' but I'm lose. But I'm losing weight again, again. Yeah, I'm eatin' but I'm lose. But I'm losing weight again, again, again, again. . Like I could faint.
Hey, Hey, where are we living now. From witching to happy hour. Which is hours and hours away from here. And god, all of these ears and eyes. Familiar faces and family ties.
I got my body and my mind on the same page. And honey now, happiness is all the rage. I got my body and my mind on the same page. And honey now, happiness is all the rage.
Your young English eyes on the highways. Climbs and dives, climbs and dives like it's alive. And the black in Indiana is leaving for Atlanta. I wonder if shell ever go anywhere, anywhere with me.