{Please welcome Tim Weisberg. We're gonna feature Tim on a couple o' numbers that we did back in 1978. On a record called 'Twin Sons Of Different Mothers'.
Tucson, Arizona. Rising in the heat. Like a mirage. . Tony keeps his Chevy. Like a virgin. Locked in his garage. . He brings it out at midnight. And cruises down.
Tell me a secret. Tell me a lie. Tell me the truth if you have to. Say what you see fit. But don't ask me why. Love never seems to last you.. . In times like these.
Watching the sun. Watching it come. Watching it come up over the rooftops.. . Cloudy and warm. Maybe a storm. You can never quite tell. From the morning..
There's a place in the world. For a gambler. There's a burden that only. He can bear. There's a place in the world. For a gambler,. . And he sees. Oh, yes he sees....
Baby, how could I have been so vain. To make you think that you're the only one to blame.. For all these distances and all of this pain. Baby, how could I have been so blind.
I was walking alone through the lofty San Juans. With a heart full of light and a head full of songs. I was thinking of time and how much it will cost.
The light is long the sun is low. I'm riding fast across this dusty road. But I don't want to be, no I don't want to be. . Above the ridge an eagle flies.
Dawn like an angel, lights on the step. Muting the morning she heralds. Dew on the grass, like the tears the night wept. Gone long before, the day wears old.
I was born by a river. Rolling past a town. Given no direction. Just told to keep my head down.. As I took my position. A man fired a gun. I was so steeped in tradition.
It's Maine.... And it's Autumn. The birches have just begun turning. It's life and it's dying. The lobstermen's boats come returning. With the catch of the day in their holds.
The story is told of the power of gold. And its lure on the unsuspecting. It glitters and shines, it badgers and blinds. And constantly needs protecting.
So many try to capture love. And so many never do. So many hearts are lost. With never a clue.. . So many nights are passed. in sorrow. So many days go by.
She was lost. And I thought I was found. Even so I tried. To bring her in.... . She was young. And I had just begun. To learn that even. Losing men can win..
Grand slam. Your moment's at hand. The day holds a costly bargain. Lost lamb. Asking the lion's share. Homespun. A prodigal son. Comes begging a humble pardon.
Living in a house of cards. Praying the wind doesn't blow too hard. Giving in to differences. Straining to keep up appearances. Making believe the thread can be saved.
I saw you running. Ahead of the crowd. I chased but never thought. I'd catch you.. You said you loved me. But you had to be free. And I let you.. Why did I let you?.
The higher you climb,. The more that you see.. The more that you see,. The less that you know.. The less that you know,. The more that you yearn.. The more that you yearn,.
Capture the moment. Carry the day. Stay with the chase. As long as you may. . Follow the dreamer. The fool and the sage. Back to the days. Of the innocent age.
She says no. When she means yes. And what she wants. You know that I can't guess. When we want more. You know we ask for less. Such is the language of love.