There's Golden Moon Rise'n in the fields. Scarecrow highway, back roads. I'm lost on empty and hungry for a meal. And the taste of a day not wasted. .
No dumb wrong. (Stick out your tongue, stick out your tongue, that's right). I'm dumb wrong. (Stick out your tongue, stick out your tongue, that's right).
Do not mention his name.. . The man kills John Lennon, now he's on TV again.. He's blaming Holden Caulfield in the face of the lens.. And each time he does it, he kills him again..
The black strapless dress fits just right. The calendar's marked 6 friday night. She puts on a little makeup. First time since the break up. But if she's moving on, she's gonna do it right.
Politician and a stewardess. Underneath the monuments and the moon. He talked of national security. She talked of Paris in June. . (chorus). The lucky ones if they're out tonight.
It's a snowy night, the cops shut down the freeway. Big men in plows are out carving up the streets. Below them, jammed on a subway,. I'm with two hundred over-dressed strangers.
I get a call from vance he's an old friend. He's got some you-won't-believe-story to share. He's the place that I go when I need someone who knows me.
I've been avoiding the circus. Afraid the trapeze might fall down. You say the fall will not hurt us. 'cause the net stands apart from the ground.... .
I found you sitting on a suitcase crying. Beneath my feet I feel the rumble of a subway train. And I laugh out loud. ëcause it's the one thing I hadn't been trying.
In the city by the river. A man is standing on a bridge. His eyes to heaven to the forgiver. Who flips the coins on who should live. . A naked lightbulb in the corner.
Pop the cork, a champagne glass. Raise to the future, drink to the past. Thank the Lord for the friends he cast. In the play he wrote for you. . And if you love the girl, man, light up a torch.
You grew up thinking you knew her. Nothing could keep you apart. You remember nothing peculiar. She always spoke from the heart. . You took your parents' religion.
Seven times I traced your number. Just one finger to your voice. Seven times I put the receiver down. Seven times I tried to write you. But I cannot make your choice.
I tried to frame my own self portrait. Into a three-minute one-act play. But I'm a carnival of voices. It's hard to pin me down that way. Without my subconscious saying.
We were drunk fools in paris, stumbling on the sidewalk. That runs along the seine, and on the cathedral. All the gargoyles watched us laughing,. "two stupid americans...".
And it ain't shining, it ain't shining, shine, shine, shine.... . There's cracks in the walls in the town of jericho, sirens blaring out a lifetime never told rembrandt at the wall his palate's small, his hopes are tall he writes his name, his claim to fame.
Becky's playing a piece by gershwin on her old piano. She's been playing since her childhood, "too long to recall...". But the chords that fall from her fingertips, are the same.
Cathy's hailing a cab like she's hailing a storm. Unto the streets of new york city. Once we're inside, it's a carnival ride. That brings a white knuckle kind of dizzy.
Leo's is the bar up in heaven. Where all the martyrs hang out. Gandhi staggers in with john lennon. They'll start a bar fight, no doubt. . Chorus. When you lead, we follow.
She fell to the mattress. With the grace of an actress. You're falling like a thief from a roof.. She's asking for proof , "are you staying? ". Outside you hear mission bells..