If I closed my eyes it didn't hurt quite so bad. 'Cause tonight I've just lost the best friend I've ever had. You were a maverick running all away from New Orleans.
These chains won't keep me from being a free man. Doing what I can to get out of here,. and these chains won't keep me from seeing my freedom,. changing my name and starting over again..
Morning sunshine through the curtain. Throws a Rorschach on my wall. Waking up wide asleep. I try unraveling it all. By all rights I should be dead. From this bullet hole in my head.
I watched every sun up comin' over my tin cup. Seen every moon changin' while I slept with the sky. Felt the chill in the north wind, find holes that I can't mend.
Excuse me, ma'am. I'd like your daughter's hand for the evening. There's a new band in town. I'd like to take her down to see 'em.. The fiddler player used to be my neighbor.
He's goin' home to the rock. He's goin' home to the rock. He's gon' meet the man by and by.. . He's goin' home to the rock. He's goin' home to the rock.
I've been riding all night just to get here. Don't you be throwing us out so soon. Across the whole damn South with cotton-mouth. Now we got some drinking to do..
What am I gonna do till you come home. What am I gonna do now that you're gone. What am I gonna do without you. . What am I gonna do without a man. What am I gonna do, you do the best you can.
I'm skeptical of banana trees. 'Cause they sway too much in the tropic breeze. I'm skeptical that the world is round. . What keeps it up and what keeps me down.
Please don't keep us waiting. Hurry light up the night. Big plans in the making. And we've got to do it up right. . He'll pick me up at seven. I've been ready for an hour or more.
Jamaica Sunday morning, April 1803. Children at the harbor waitin' to see. There beyond the breakers heading into view. Sunlight in your sails, it was you.
(Kim Carnes/Dave Ellingson). . Oh every soul. Needs to have someone. Needs to have someone to hold his hand. And every hand needs to hold on to. The hand of another.
Navy blue sky outside my green room. Apple of my eye left way too soon. Got the window open and I can see the sky. . Goodnight room, goodnight moon. Goodnight moon, you're a good night moon.
Blinded by love, we're slaves to the heart. Blinded by love by the flame in the dark. Blinded by how good it feels to be blinded by love. We're fallin' apart and we never saw it coming.
(Kim Carnes/Dave Ellingson). What am I gonna do till you come home. What am I gonna do now that you're gone. What am I gonna do without you. What am I gonna do without a man.
(Kim Carnes/Dave Ellingson). I'm skeptical of banana trees. Cause they sway too much in the tropic breeze. I'm skeptical that the world is round. What keeps it up and what keeps me down.
(Kim Carnes/Dave Ellingson). Please don't keep us waiting. Hurry light up the night. Big plans in the making. And we've got to do it up right. He'll pick me up at seven.
(Kim Carnes/Dave Ellingson). Jamaica Sunday morning. April 1803. Children at the harbor waitin' to see. There beyond the breakers. Heading into view. Sunlight in you sails.
(Kim Carnes/Dave Ellingson). Oh every soul. Needs to have someone. Needs to have someone to hold his hand. And every hand needs to hold on to. The hand of another.
(Kim Carnes/Dave Ellingson). Navy blue sky outside my green room. Apple of my eye. Left way too soon. Got the window open. And I can see the sky. Goodnight room.