There's a young man dying. As he stands beside the sea. You can see him smiling. Unbelievably free. . Wind in his hair, light in his eyes. He looks a lot like you, you look so surprised.
It may look to you like nothing much to see. But you should see the way it feels to me. . Here's the sidewalk I used to ride my bike. Down this little slope, down my little mountain.
You say you get so haunted by these memories. Well of course there must be plenty. That you'd just as soon forget. Here's a chance to wash away your history.
I've got time. Walking down this road. Got a mile and a half to go. To see you in the evening. When you take my hand. And lead me down the path to where we go.
Just one turn to steer your fate. Or wait for fate to spin you. Your trusting's fine but much too blind. Your compass is within you. . These days pass you yearning.
The top of my head shines through my haircut. Even when I brush, shape and style. Top of my head smiles at the young man. Telling me I must have been alive awhile.
With this tattoo you make a promise. Of who you are and what you think. And this will be your binding contract. Written down in blood and ink. . She had a life to live.
I make the radio play. And he smiles, a big smile. He's sure that the people who sing. Are inside, inside. . Why did I try to explain?. He's got a miracle there.
I'm the nightshift watchman for the planet. Five days a week, I watch the tube. Five nights a week, I'm watching the radar. Easy job with nothing much to do.
Clear blue sky. Looking through my father's eyes. Way up high. A diamond made of nylon flies. . Out of the fishing reel. The string is drawn. Fishing for dreams.
A tattered old kite. Must have been spring when you got flown. But there's no leaves in sight. Left you to swing up there alone. Tangled in branches and held by a string.
I went to see an old friend. Who was soon to pass away. He said, "My life has been so good to me. Now I've still got one more day". . Now he said that as he watched the morning sun.
Take your situation, all your circumstances. Put it on you like its made to fit you right. Take your friends and family. Take the mile around you. . Take the time that's left and step inside your life.
Secret of a happy marriage. Maybe you should write this down. You wanna keep a love together. The best way is to end it now. . When you both know it's over.
So you're driving from the funeral. Through the desert land. You see something moving. In the wind so wild. . So you stop the car. And you walk out. To the edge of the sand.
I have drifted down a ways along the shoreline. I just watched these ropes give way where they were tied. I could have reached out quick. When the ropes first slipped, if I had tried.
I used to pray for rescue by burning up my pain. That's the only kind of prayer I knew back then. It was a fire of desperation for any wings in flight.
Show me the secret where you keep it. Show me the secret I can see. Show me the secret where you keep it. Show me the key. . I love the nights when are timing is right.
There's no sense in talking about music, no. Talking of sex can be done. I mean, the abstraction of music's confusing, that's all. The directness of sex is more fun.
This great cold steel that bars the way inside. Was molten when the blacksmith was still living. This dead heavy door that's oak by oak. And all the way across is unforgiving.