I'm gonna tend a bad fire until you come around. I'd sing you real live love songs. If I could get the feeling down. . I want to make you happy but the devil's out my way.
The beauty marks. The famous names. The pub fills up. Outside, it rains. . The knee-high boots. The smoky eyes. Nobody knows. They're none the wise. .
She picks up a pen. Writes down a word. It doesn't feel right. . The novelty's gone. The novel rolls on. Until it's goodnight. . Will anyone read. Much less understand.
There was a half a harvest moon up on the hillside. Our love is made almost entirely of downside. Who would have thought it could feel so much better then?.
We had a smoke on the water. We laughed for all it was worth. And I called out your name but. You didn't say what you heard. . We drove home in silence.
Time knows you're done. Time as you fall. I'm in the middle, letters you've signed. In your cursive, cursive style. . Going down tonight. It's different for boys and girls.
Cryin', cryin'. Cryin' drunk. . Walker lives on the island. I'm still stuck in the south. Walker lives off his hands now. I still live off my mouth. .