There's candles at each table. Smoke fills the cracks. Honey, I stopped in to drink. Tomorrow I'll be back. I'll bet she thinks the world of me. She's walking out the door.
Why is this day. Why is this day like no other day. Oh you've waited so long. To be sure love is all. And the first flowers bloom ? back on the farm. The windows were warm.
My one book philosophy. Back when we ran free. And played under the sun. A honeymoon no more. . The streets and the cities. And did you lie awake?. Though your dreams become too steep.
Ive come to fetch my Carol. Ive wandered in the mud. Dirty sheets outside broken windows. Lies that poor folks never tell rich ones. . Louder still is the sound of love.
There's a meeting in Lone Pine today and no one knows. See the wind along the highway how it goes. And some days the trucks roll over. There's a bistash orchard hidden in the Yucca mountains.