I live with the old swing and trumpets. And fly through my country and play it. And those who have calling, they have it. . And everyone needs a light.
Honestly, I'd rather sleep. But you're holding me to it all. . On the deeper side, I'm just a ride. You're mine, you're mine, you're it all. . Craving to lift you up.
I read what they write. God's men of before. It's simply that I am still afraid. To give up the war. I've played all the chords. And I guess I get bored.
Listen, I'll tell you a story. Of lines you never get back. This is a reason to worry. The trials that make you a man. . It's when I have my first heart attack.
We go back and forth. Just looking for a life line. Nothing more than hours. Just waiting for a phone call. . These are the nights. When nothing's gonna break me more.
These could be days. Like Lamech, Methuselah. Boys after girls. And the girls after the boys. . So excited. So excited. So excited. But you wrote it down.
And this is what you can't explain. A need to take a long long trip on a train. And this is what you cannot say. I want to take a long long trip far away.
This is what you do for a name. You wanna waste your life in a country. And fly around on a plane? We did the same. We drove in cars and flew around on planes.
Let me take my life by the sewer side. A slip of the rails while I could've held. . The pressure's on a kissing song. Well, that'd make all my dreams.
Tend the tables, put your house guests away. Tend the tables for free and it's okay. Put your pockets in the drawers, sad and warm. Hey, I will be right here.