The whole truth and nothing but the truth. Stop me if you've heard this one before. The whole truth is nothing but a good excuse. So long as you don't torture me with my past.
Well I guess, you left me with some feathers in my hand. Did it, make it any easier to leave me where I stand?. I guess, there might not be too many who would stand beside you now.
I was down at the New Amsterdam. Staring at this yellow-haired girl. Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation. With this black-haired Flamenco dancer. . And she dances while his father plays guitar.
It's one thirty in the morning. That's alright by me. When you're just waiting by the phone. . Well, I should give a little warning. But I need the things I need.
She dont want nobody near. But you can't get away from that. They appear and disappear. And they all have got strings attached. . Pretty soon they got you hanging on the line.
My love. lives out at the end of the road. takes what you give her and goes. Says things that everyone knows. She's only willing. to kiss me again. Lights me on fire.
Got a message in my head. That the papers had all come. Richard Manuel is dead. And the daylight's coming on. . I've been wandering through the dark. Now I'm standing on the lawn.
Got a message in my head. that the papers had all gone. Richard Manuel is dead. And the daylight's coming on. I've been wandering through the dark. now I'm standing on the lawn.