After all the jacks are in their boxes. And the clowns have all gone to bed. You can hear happiness staggering on down the street. Footsteps dressed in red.
Like ghosts on open windows. The curtains rise and fall. The past is a foreign country. At the dark end of the hall. . And the morning is an offering.
I'm the old man at the dance hall. I'm the young man in his grave. I'm the one you're gonna cry for. When you find I've gone away. . There's a phone booth on a corner.
The earth was trembling on their wedding day. The sun was cold, the sky was chrome. They spoke their lines like actors in a play. Changed their clothes and hurried home.
Through the shadows, dark as shame. I can still hear your voice falling down with the rain. Washing memories from the trees. Till this road's covered over and lost in the leaves.
Written by: John Mellencamp and George M. Green. . I'm tired of being grateful for a chance to take a dive. I'm sick of everything I do just to keep myself alive.
In these long, hot summer days,. Need a way to cool ourselves down.. Pop off the top of that Chevrolet,. Drive through the carwash,. Laugh and fall around..
Oh Sad Lady do you curse your name. And how many times have you been ashamed. Crazy Lady letting your emotions show. It's hard being a woman knowing what you know.
Written by: John Mellencamp and George Green. . This land today, shall draw its last breath. And take into its ancient depths. This frail reminder of its giant, dreaming self..
Pre-war matador. Save your broken bones. Golden rule, he's such a fool. In the streets alone. Slow burn, taciturn. Nothing left to say. Column five, sympathize.
Written by: John Mellencamp, Moe Z. MD, and George M. Green. . Babe break me off a piece of your love. Once it's on I can't seem to get enough. So keep it up Keep it comin' uh What.
John Mellencamp - Vocals and Acoustic Guitar. Andy York - Percussion, Acoustic Guitar. Electric Guitar. Mike Wanchic - Backing Vocals and Lap Steel Guitar.
Now, me and D, we had a jam, we used to kick it with Jay. He was the baddest fuckin' man in the U.S. of A.. He had a rack of black jackets and some records to play.
(Hall, Green). -------------. They met on the dance floor in the old high school gym. He fell like a rock. She kinda liked him. And his heart beat like thunder as they moved cross the floor.
They met on the dance floor in the old high school gym. He fell like a rock, she kinda liked him. And his heart beat like thunder when they moved 'cross the floor.
Like ghosts on open windows. The curtains rise and fall. The past is a foreign country. At the dark end of the hall. And the morning is an offering. To the shelter of the day.
I'm the old man at the dance hall. I'm the young man in his grave. I'm the one you're gonna cry for. When you find I've gone away. There's a phone booth on a corner.
The earth was trembling on their wedding day. The sun was cold, the sky was chrome. They spoke their lines like actors in a play. Changed their clothes and hurried home.
Through the shadows, dark as shame. I can still hear your voice falling down with the rain. Washing memories from the trees. 'Till this road's covered over and lost in the leaves.