When I'm alone at night,. And there's no one to comfort me,. I think of you. And suddenly my pillow is your face and your arms.. And when the winter wind comes chasin' after me,.
Don't sit and wait. Don't sit and dream. Put on a smile. Go find a scene. I'm sure you'd meet. Someone who would really love you. . Don't sit and hope.
Street boy. You've been out too long. Street boy. Ain't you got enough sense to go home. Street boy. You're gonna end up alone. You need some love and understanding.
Baby I ain't joking. And it's not what I'm smoking. I really think you're nice. Don't think I'm kidding. And don't think that I'm bidding. If silver words are your price.
The generals hate holidays. Others shoot up to chase the sun blues away. Another storefront church is opened. Sea of neon lights. A boxer his shadow fights.
The moon is hanging in the purple sky. The baby's sleeping while its mother sighs. Talking 'bout the rich folks. Rich folks have the same jokes. And they park in basic places..
My pocket don't drive me fast. My mother treats me slow. My statue's got a concrete heart. But you're the coldest bitch I know. . In the factory that you call your mind.
And you measure for wealth by the things you can hold. And you measure for love by the sweet things you're told. And you live in the past or a dream that you're in.
Now you sit there thinking feeling insecure. The mocking court gesture claims there is no proven cure. Go back to your chamber, your eyes upon the wall.
It started out with butterflies. On a velvet afternoon. With flashing eyes and promises. Caught and held too soon. In a place called Ixea. With it's pumpkin oval moon.
Going down a dirty inner city side road. I plotted. Madness passed me by, she smiled hi. I nodded. Looked up as the sky began to cry. She shot it.. . Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o'clock this morn.
And I'll forget about the girl that said no. Then I'll tell who I want where to go. And I'll forget about your lies and deceit. And your attempts to be so discreet.
Did you read the Sunday paper. about the strong stomached 25. Who from an expedition. All came back alive. From that hostile country. Where only the stones survive.
I'm only halfway up the stairs. Not up or down. I'm only halfway up the stairs. Since you let me down. So won't you tell me. Tell me please. What you're gonna do.
But thanks for your time. Then you can thank me for mine. And after that's said. Forget it.. . Don't be inane. There's no one to blame. No reason why.
Was it a huntsman or a player. That made you pay the cost. That now assumes relaxed positions. And prostitutes your loss?. Were you tortured by your own thirst.
Have you ever had a fever,. From a bitter-sweet refrain,. Have you ever kissed the sunshine,. Walked between the rain.. . Well, just climb up on my music,.
Cause I lost my job two weeks before Christmas. And I talked to Jesus at the sewer. And the Pope said it was none of his God-damned business. While the rain drank champagne.
Born in the troubled city. In Rock and Roll, USA. In the shadow of the tallest building. I vowed I would break away. Listened to the Sunday actors. But all they would ever say.