Walking strolling down. Down the gallery of memory. Pictures painted there. And it hangs on the wall. . Calling out to me. Down the corridor to the left.
This is the office of a busy man. Can you hold the line?. In pipes the music you can't understand. Can you change the station?. Is there a message? He's on with LA.
You, the writer knew. You, the writer cared. Sold are things once told. Old are things once bold. . The diamonds and the gold they are for real. Depending on the way they make you feel.
As night was falling down. His horse so swiftly flew. The wind, it beat him down. His outcried words they blew. . He cried Myron. Where are you hiding?.
First she came right into my life. Know my life wasn't much of a life. Couldn't believe this could happen to me. Oh, who could ask for more?. . Just let me know.
Mr. Jones lives down the lane. He lives alone with his wife Jane. You know his car won't start on frigid winter days. He shovels snow so high on frigid winter days.
You may find you're all alone. All around you not a sound. Drifting, falling on your own again. The walls of cold and gray surround, they surround. . You may find you're by yourself.
Blue skies come down on me. White clouds are now in view. . And it rained forty days you know. And it rained forty nights you know. . Blue skies came down on me.
Words that form a sentence. Words that form a phrase. In a poem or a letter. . Could not convey the meaning. Of what this man has done. In a painting, on a canvas.
No way in. No way out. I'm caught in this Limbo land. Can't go on. Can't go back. I cannot get out of here. . Can't go on. Can't go back. I'm caught in this Limbo land.
Ask me, ask me Jon. Ask me, ask me Jon. How I got here. How I got up here Jon. How I got here. . I'm in the bright light now. I'm in the bright light now.
Back in the spring. When I thought of those things. I dodged the questions. I ducked the clouds. There were shadows in my heartland. . Back in the fall when I knew it all.