All the years combine. They melt into a dream. A broken angel sings. From a guitar. . In the end there's just a song. Comes crying up at night. Through all the broken dreams.
[Originally by The Grateful Dead]. . As I was walkin' round grosvenor square. Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air. From the other direction, she was calling my eye.
Fare you well, my honey, fare you well my only true one.. All the birds that were singing are flown, except you alone.. . Going to leave this brokedown palace,.
Keep'em comin' fellas, they're soundin' pretty good. . The river so white. The mountain so red. And with the sunshine over my head. . The honky-tonks are all closed and hushed.
I turn and walk away. Then I come 'round again. It looks as though tomorrow. I'll do pretty much the same. . I must turn down your offer. But I'd like to ask a break.
Please don't dominate the rap, Jack. If you've got nothing new to say. If you please, don't back up the track. This train's got to run today. . I spent a little time on the mountain.
Hey, kids, where you been?. I hope not out killing again. What's that I see in your coat. What's that scar from on your throat. Film yourself ruin anybodies life.
Cold iron shackles and ball and chain. Listen to the whistle of the evenin' train. You know you bound to wind up dead. If you don't head back to Tennessee Jed.
Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm. That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and done. While the firelight's aglow, strange shadows in the flames will grow.
Gone are the days when the ox fall down. Take up the yoke and plow the fields around. Gone are the days when the ladies said, 'Please. Gentle Jack Jones, won't you come home to me?'.
Fare you well my honey. Fare you well my only true one. All the birds that were singing. Are flown, except you alone. . Going to leave this brokedown palace.