Nights inside the city, empty sidewalks. Stretching under dizzy lights. Rain is humming, the streets are running. Underneath the neon lights. . We run together, we'll run forever.
Reno and me hit the freeway south out of town on a run. Reno was driving he asked me to roll him one. I turned on the radio found us some sweet Emmylou.
If life is like a candle bright. Then death must be the wind. You can close your window tight. And it still comes blowing in. . So I will climb the highest hill.
Lately I've been countin' up all my days. Good and bad. I found that joy has more than doubled. All the trouble I've had. . From now on I'm not gonna worry.
If life is like a candle bright, death must be the wind. You can close your window tight and it still comes flowing in. So I will climb the highest hill and watch the rising sun.
John Hadley. . High heel shoes, so sheik and elegant, tapping on the floor beneath the table of the fancy restaurant.. The maitre d' brings the phone to where she sits. He puts it down beside her daiquiri and walks away to greet another guest..