It's funny how as we grow old. We cling to the past as we cling to the air. And feel nostalgia for things. That were maybe never there. . The town where innocence.
Beneath the old iron bridges, across the Victorian parks. And all the frightened people running home before dark. Past the Saturday morning cinema that lies crumbling to the ground.
I've been watching you for ages. You're like a boat without a mast. Struggling with the tide of destiny. Between the future and the past. . I am the lighthouse.
Satellite, oh, satellite who sits upon our skies. How deep do you see, when you spy into our lives?. . I know that God lives in everybody's soul's. And the only Devil in your world lives in the human heart.
The sun is high and I'm surrounded by sand. For as far as my eyes can see. I'm strapped into a rocking chair. With a blanket all over my knees. . I, I am a stranger to myself.
I've got too much energy to switch off my mind. But not enough to get myself organized. My heart is heavy, my head is confused. And my aching little soul has started burning blue.
When spring comes around and the ice runs away. And the sun hits the top of our heads. Then the dormant desires, explode into life. And the body demands to be fed.
The country is riddled with social ills and aches. But my heart is calmed by her embrace. I'm trying to tell something to the world. . But my words are slurred and slow.
Suddenly last summer. I started going out of my head. In a tiny hotel room. Lyin' naked on a bed. . I knew what you were doing, and I knew what you'd done.
Are you right here Jesus? Ah. Buddha? Yeah. Muhammad? Okay. But all right friends, lets go. . They're 5 miles high as the crow flies. Leavin' vapor trails against a blood red sky.
They're 5 miles high as the crow flies. Leavin' vapour trails against a blood red sky. Movin' in from the east toward the west. With balaclava helmets over their heads, yes!.
Monday morning, I looked the mirror in the eyes. I think I'd kill myself if I ever went blind. Your life is slipping away. You found out you're older than you thought you were today.
Well it's high noon at the U.K. Corral. And it's high time I got myself back on the rails. I'm the lonesome cowboy, ridin' across the range. With just a hand held radio to keep me sane.
As I was going over the Kilmagenny mountain. I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.. I first produced my pistol, and the produced my rapier..
Lady, all the troubles I'm afraid I disgust you. Feel the power, to cut the truth in two. Why do you think I did not honestly lie?. I could kiss you, with lines of escape in my mouth.