In the summer all the hikers. Hike out for the highest peaks. All the children watch the cricket. And they never wash for weeks. In the suburbs young protesters write.
I'll make another movie. The same one as the year before. Take a tired idea. Put it in the hands of Hollywood. I need to talk to someone. I've been living someone else's life.
Joseph was travelling with a heavy load. His dreams were broken and deep sorrow flowed from his brow. . Closer to sundown he prepared to rest. Set down the burden,.
I'm out on the sea filled with sorrows. Tossed like a ship who ran a fore. I'm seeking the help of my Savior. By the way of the Cross, I must go. . Back to the Cross and to Jesus.
Never moved to the big ol' city. Like a lot friends I know. Had my eye on somethin' closer. Not far down the road. . Buckin' hay on a flatbed Chevy. Green eyes and a working tan.
Trust was never meant for me. Stuck on sights that can't be seen. I play on what the world believes. The easy way I turn to lean. . And maybe chance, is all played out.
I'm out on the sea filled with sorrows. Tossed like a ship who ran afore. I'm seeking the help of my Savior. By the way of the Cross, I must go. . Back to the Cross and to Jesus.
"Big Love In A Small Town". . Never moved to the big ol city. Like a lot friends I know. Had my eye on something closer. Not far down the road. Bucking hay on a flatbed chevy.
I know I come across a little hard headed sometimes. 'Cause I hate to admit it, when I'm not right. You never dreamed you'd live to see this day. You'll wanna hear what I'm about to say.
She's a home-grown, natural-born girl next door. Never ever ever wanted anything any more. Than somebody who would love her. Just as much as she was gonna love him.