My baby's gone and I don't know why. She let out this morning. Like a rusty shot in a hollow sky. Left me without warning. Sooner than the dogs could bark.
Baby when I put my mind to it. I slip into another gear. And I travel in another syncopation. When all I wanna be is here with you. And. . I'll be true to you cross my fingers.
There's a mad little kid at the top of the stair. And his eyes, they gather no lie. Well, his mom and his dad, they're too high to care. And his cries drift off in the night.
Circle Back. . Ward Bond. Was His Sidekick Rowdy Yates?. Drove That Wagon Train Out West. Right Along This Interstate. . Cross The High Plains Of Kansas.
Cold River. . Well He Packed Up His Suitcase. 'Cause The Deal Gone Down. She Was Slipping On Her Stockings. Lord It Made The Sweetest Sound. . There Was A Baby In The Reeds.
She has the wind as a witness. She has feelings that fly by night. She believes in forgiveness. But it's not love if it holds too tight. . And you can fly beside her.
Cherry Red. . I Was Thinking Back To The First Time We Met. Over Plangent Chords In A Sad Vignette. You Were Waving Goodbye In A Cherry Red Corvette. And Your Lips Were Too.
I've been taking off and landing. But this airport's closed. And how much thicker this fog is gonna get. God only knows. Just when you think that you've got a grip.
Darling if you've been a hurting. I don't care what it is. I wanna help for certain, but it takes more than a kiss. All this love and affection. I'm feeling for you now.
World is closin' in on me. Don't know what to do. Can't see the big picture anymore. If there's even one to view. . Wife keeps pushin' buttons. Spend all day starin' at a little screen.
I've got a blue telescope, I'm looking at the world tonight. Through a blue telescope; I wish I may, I wish I might. Not see what I see - sheet metal on sheets of ice.
I've been sleeping for some hours. Just woke up and you were there. Like the morning, like the flowers. Sunlight whispering in my ears. Red tail hawk shooting down the canyon.
Back On The Corner. . Back On The Corner. I'm Singing The Blues. I Can See My Reflection. In The Shine Of Your Shoes. . Like Momma Used To Say. No News Is Good News.
Well my daddy he stood at the foot of the stairs. He was calling to me at the time. And I knew even then, I could die for the thoughts. That I kept in the back of my mind.
Girl, you're looking fine tonight. And every fella's got you in his sight. What you're doing with a clown like me. Is surely one of life's little mysteries.
It is a hurtin' thing you don't wanna talk about it. Pain in your heart well it's takin' your breath away. You left it in lipstick on the mirror no use talkin' about it.
It's a lonely picture. Of an empty glass. It's a still life study. Of a drunken ass. And he howls at the moon. Hoping the sun don't come up too fast. .
Well, you met her there on a New York City stair. You were throwing up on your shoes. Tryin' to write the great book when it really had you shook. With a bad case of wintertime blues.
Ain't Ever Goin' Back. . Come Out Of A Fireball. Notes Burning And The Letters Scrawled. I Ain't Ever Goin' Back No More. . Bare Light Blub And A Hotplate.
After all this time. I'm glad your loving me. 'Cause after all this time. So many disagree. To turn off the lights. Or pull down the shade. Don't be afraid.