If you've got a heartache. Of the kind that will not pass by. Even if you don't see the end. Of what lies around the bend. Don't stay that way. It's all in a day believe me.
There's a kind of a restless feeling and it pulls me from within. It sets my senses reeling and my wheels begin to spin. In the quietude of winter you can hear the wild geese cry.
Remember me, I'm the one who hurt you, dear. Hurt you, hurt you, dear. Remember me, I'm the one who loved you, dear. Loved you, loved you, dear. . I'm the one who ran away.
Rainy day people always seem to know when it's time to call. Rainy day people don't talk. They just listen till they've heard it all. Rainy day lovers don't lie when they tell you.
You think you had the last laugh. Now you know this can't be true. Even though the sun shines down upon you now. Sometimes you must feel blue. You make the best of each new day.
The sky above is filled with stars, the road is long, no cars are in sight. With one hand on the wheel, I've been driving all day, I can drive all night.
All is well, I've made my peace where highways never end. Yesterday's a memory, today is just a friend. For the mountains and Maryann are calling me again.
I was in some timeless space. Timeless face of my embrace. Held empty air and empty space. All on a sunny day. . She lived by the bounding main. To Baltimore I took a plane.
Keepin' on smoking, Lord I keep on joking. Keepin' on moving around. Leaving everything behind until at last. I find what no one's ever found. . Feeling kind of lonely on the telephone.
If you could read my mind love. What a tale my thoughts could tell. Just like an old time movie. About a ghost from a wishing well. In a castle dark or a fortress strong.
I'm not afraid that when I'm dying. There'll be no one to hold my hand. If there's a God up there, he loves me. As much as my old woman can. . I don't intend to be a martyr.
Alone upon the sidewalks of despair, 'twas there she wandered. With her suitcase in her hand. Her fate she pondered. Only a go-go girl in love with someone who didn't care.
That's what you get for lovin' me. That's what you get for lovin' me. Every thing you had is gone as you can see. That's what you get for lovin' me. .
That's what you get for lovin' me. That's what you get for lovin' me. Ev'ry thing you had is gone. As you can see. That's what you get for lovin' me. .
She walks be the sea where the seaworld is. And she waits for the man to come. She lives in town with her high-heeled friends. And she knows it's a long way down.
There's a house on a hill. By a worn down weathered old mill. In the valley below where the river winds. There's no such thing as bad times. And a soft southern flame.
Pickin' up the pieces of my sweet shattered dream. I wonder how the old folks are tonight. Her name was Ann and I'll be damned if I recall her face. She left me not knowin' what to do.
In my canary yellow canoe, my yellow canoe. I want to go tripping in my canary yellow canoe. The Eastmain, Coppermine, Back River too. In my canary yellow canoe.
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run. When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun. Long before the white man and long before the wheel.
Upon the bitter green she walked the hills above the town. Echoed to her footsteps as soft as eiderdown. Waiting for her master to kiss away her tears.