He knows when I'm lonesome he's there when I'm sad. He's up in the good times he's down in the bad. Whenever I'm discouraged he knows just what to do that boy doesn't know about you.
When I was young I had a dream. That I would meet someone like you. And we would have a happy home. If the world would leave us alone. . So it came to pass it all came true.
The dirty rain is falling. I hear the wind calling me away. The motel sign is flashing. And in my mind I'm crashing. What to say, what to say?. . The words they start flowing.
I've known her since we both were kids. I recall the silly things we did. She would want to ride upon my back. To keep from stepping on a crack. . I didn't think of it back then.
You've been around for a long. long time;. I've seen you here before.. You'll meet some guy who really turns. And sneak out of the side door.. You'll never look my way I know.
Thumbing across Georgia I ran into Gloria. She seemed like a mystic to me. With a wave of the hand. She could make you feel grand. That was her mystery.
I've seen a lot of things change in many ways. Since I was a boy back in the rock and roll days. Back when a bust was a six-pack of cold beer. Marciano, he was champ the band all played through one amp.
I wore the clothes you liked, you said they gave me that look. I even tried to like the food, I know you like to cook. I parted my hair on the left, I carried your arm on the right.
LOBO. . IT SURE TOOK A LONG, LONG TIME. . I'm sure it might have grown old. Like most young things usually do. and dangling a line to try and find your mind.
Trees are things that move. And tell you when the wind blows. Flowers are things that bloom. And tell you when the winter goes. . Sand is a thing that tells you when.
I know, I owe you a better time. Then the way that I've been. But something's messing with my mind. And it's not giving in. . They say that I should want to be.