I think I've lost my sense of humour. 'Cause I can't seem to get a laugh. I keep forgetting all the punch lines. And I can't make them up that fast. .
Where did you go to?. And how did you get there?. Hope you come back soon. I've left you an empty room. . Where did you go to?. And how did you get there?.
For what it's worth. You're on my turf. And my roots go deep. Into the earth. How deep they go. You'll never know. You'll never know. . I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I know it's none of my business what you do. But you don't have a clue. He's just a friend but he's got it out for you. I thought I should tell you. .
I wrote for you. This sugartune. To help you through. What you've gotta do. When you're on the ground. And keep fallin' down. Remember how I made this sound.
Pushed off of the silver swings. I got my braces full of sand. When all I ever wanted to do. Was hold on to your hand. . Lost you once. I never had a second chance.
Shame shame. Because you didn't say your girlfriends name. For sure. I'll say it next time for sure. She has got the saddest handle that I know. No one even holds a candle.
Through the music. There's a dancing girl. She can be broken. In your hands. . She knows you're looking at her. But that's what scares her. You're in the space that she commands.
I write you from my fine country. North of Af-rica. It is Algeria. And my cit-y is Oran. . I know you'll find this letter strange. That is be-cause I am stra-ange.
I once knew a pair. That used to fit very tight. But now a man's standing tall. In the wake of this night. Na na na na na. His eyes are watering in anger.
I can't tell you what I want to. I can't tell you I can smell you a mile away. Measured arms you've flexed before. Next to a battleship. You made me mad, I made you sad.
Halloween. The night the artist caused a scene. The night I heard about his queen. I'm just glad my clock was clean. . Hit the road. Hit the ceiling. Hit my friends.
Somehow it grew. Cut me in two. To tell you the truth. I don't know what I'm doing. . So this is it. From where you sit. I should be going. . Put it back.
Sound asleep. Asleep with the radio. Your favourite show. . They play the song. The one that hits your heart. From the start. . Hits your heart, from the start.
I remember Uncle Owen. Because his story was aimed at me. That was 1977. And I was in grade three. . Since then, I got to thinking. I really can't remember.
What could you both possibly share. -other than the color of your hair. Sean said, we both play guitar. -never even have to say a word. That's the best thing that I ever heard.
She came running. I hate everything that came before me. Crushed. I'm breaking under the crush. . Don't ignore me. Cause you know I can always make it louder.
So long, Matthew. I will miss you. There is too much to do. Or I'd go with you. It's a bad time. I haven't got a dime. . So long, Alison. I now know where you've been.
I suppose I've seen you three times now. and I guess that I'm wondering how. you keep the boys at bay. I have a feeling that they are wondering too. .
It all seemed to happen so fast. Will you ever believe the way he passed away. I saw his widow speak on her fortune. She was feelin' pretty apathetic.