Oh, Monday morning waking up still too numb to speak. Another night just staring at the wall.. Last night's conversation knocked me off my feet. Guess today I'll fall.
Sometimes it all looks like some Chagall. I close my eyes and disappear for awhile. . And the world is falling. Slowly out of view. While the angels are singing.
Pointy two tones echo down the street. The street the street the street the street. Shiny buckles jangle to the beat. The beat the beat the beat the beat.
With every breath we grow further apart. Sometimes I wish we didn't know how to talk. And as we sort out the who said you said. Who said I said. I only wish I came a little better prepared.
Yeah I gave you my heart and I gave you my soul. That's not enough you want more. Like the writing on an ancient wall. You're a mystery that I'll never solve.
You were so complete. You made a perfect mess of my head. I should have known better. But I was bored and looking for kicks. . You were the open window.
Isn't it funny. Funny to think. I once believed you. I thought you were being straight. But what a bad joke. It's always the same. With one hand you offer.
On this useless night. With you so far away. I stand in front of this Ferris wheel. And I wonder what am I doing here. And I wonder what am I doing here.
Well I'd rather be. Walking through the tall pine trees. High. . Up above Lake Louise. And I'd rather be. Chasing after shooting stars. Than waiting for this dumb 503 T-T-C.
There's a way I've been told. If we walk together. Keeps us from this cold. On the sidewalks of these streets. Lie the broken dreams. Scattered at our feet....
If you have the midas touch. Why does everything around here look like rust. And if your house is in such perfect order. Why are your kids running around in rags from second hand counters.
An endless chain of days go by. Can't scratch the surface still I try. I'm going down feeling underground. Just kicking the leaves all around this town.
I want to know where. My confidence went. One day it all disappeared. And I'm lying in a hotel room. Miles away. Voices next door in my ear. . Daytime's a drag.
As the seconds are ticking in the corner of her eye. Nothing comes as fast as a glib reply. Like a kid who's tired of a busted old toy. The pleasure's worn thin so she makes a little extra noise.
Tell tell me the reasons why. Tell me every secret you've been told. Cause everybody knows they're dangerous. Hey let me try that wonder stuff. The stuff that lets you look at them and nod.
You never need forgiveness. Left home at seventeen. Raised up on hate. . To a life that's second rate. I've seen that look before. Behind some closing door.
Out on the streets every night. Going out of my head.. Caught in a midnight parade. That I wish I wasn't in,. I'm running away with nowhere to hide. Caught in a world just four lanes wide.
Leaning over the piranha pool. You just wave your magic wand. Dangling your fingertips. Into the world of the just beyond.. Sitting ever so quietly. In your private dining room.
You never need forgiveness. Left home at seventeen. Raised up on hate. . To a life that's second rate. I've seen that look before. Behind some closing door.
Here on the outskirts of life. Dreams seldom come true. Flippin' through photographs emotional holographs. Cutouts of all the figures you might've been.