Goodnight Irene or Susana don't cry for me I'm going to California. I'll see you in my dream. And black oak savanna black oak savanna. . I rode into town on a Sunday.
R&B on a BBC blue eyed star on MVR. Did your dreams across the sea. The mountain leads massively. Look at all the English gals. Singing American soul.
We can't take it anymore. We say it all the time. We can't take it anymore but we should've taken our time. . Where did our love. Where did our love. Where did our love.
Laying on the couch with all your books stacked on high. The boots on the coffee table and feet on your mind. Should you go to the supermarket and get some groceries.
It don't matter anymore. Who's keeping score?. Nobody wins. When the hurtin' stones begin. I'm too tired. Tonight. I'm too tired to fight. I'm too tired to try.
The day is getting on. And the sun set shadow goes long. First glance of what I am. In the sunset shadow on the line. Leaving a long days amo to take flight.
Fishin' in the sea of song. Sometimes stormy. Sometimes calm. Sometimes nothing gets done. And you're under the gun. . Starin' at the sun. I've been sittin' here for days.
I was a paperboy back when there was paperboys. But stores and record shops. I made the conver but I can't pay the bank. What's more important is building a brand.
Someone's written in stones. on your bathroom wall. In your country home. Susan, tons of old. Little you collected from. Little antique stores where. .
Shoot the moon, pull down the stars. If she don't love me now. Pretty soon I'll be packing my heart. If she don't love me now. Curse a big brown. If she don't love me now.
Broken hearts string strong. The broken arrow bangs a drum. . Come on, little sparrow. Come on, little sparrow. I know you know you can fly. . Dancing on the point of a star.
I came to the city. When the city was cheap. Now that cheese had some work done. I pay through the teeth. You came from Alberta. You said 'Toronto's not so bad'.
Smelling roses, taste the wine. Try not to drink too much tonight. Love you babe. Slip out your dress then you look fine. Zip off your dress 'cause you change in mind.
So this is the day of the dead. St. Jude and the Lady of Guadalupe. The apples and oranges. And silver coins for ghosts to gamble with. . Marigolds and candles.
Waiting for the world to come home. Everybody's gone, I'm here all alone. Waiting for the world to come home. . Waiting for the world to come knocking on my door.
We're the fugitives of American portions. Caught on the sleeves, yesterday's conquered. From the fresh cut grass out on the interstate. Where the wheels keep on rolling.
Your smoking gun was lying in my arms. When you told me to keep it hid. I thought it'd best if we just stay in. But I must confess I did not confess. .
It hurts, love hurts. Words, there are no words. I was sorry then, I'm sorry now. I'm sorry that I let you down, I let you down. . I'm aflood with disaster.
Drunk again, six p.m.. Beautiful, ugly weekend. Stayin' out and sleeping in. Love it when my girlfriend. Calls me a cock sucking fagot. . Writing rock n roll lyrics.
Lamps and kerosene, up in the north country. The air is cool and the lakes are seething. The sun sets, I cannot describe this feeling. . Followed you down, followed you down.