Make the world new. Things you dream to do. With love from me to you. . Well, I've had a thousand dreams. But never one like this. And I've felt a million things.
They're still building roads in themselves. And we can see them all if we start driving now. And we'll do all our thinking out loud. And wait for daylight.
Today the things familiar to me. Are gone and I'm here in some strange place. With nothing to say. . And all of my life. I've had someplace to go. Some purpose to serve.
Today just laughed at me. Sustained by what I know. I can't connect, can't connect, boy. Sick of talk 'cause they'll talk of. . Talk about what he said.
Joanna would you understand. If black were really white. And baby could I have this dance?. Just say that, that's alright. . I'm a little scared, understand.
How she sees corresponds with what she knows. And they only see with their eyes what they wanted. The bitterly in being judged by pharisees. They only see with their eyes what they wanted.
There's a kind of way who loves it when I fall. Loves it when I bleed, loves to take control. Must she look that way? Take me to the ground. I become the ground, we become the ground.
Pay no attention. To the blood on his hands. He just had to break a few backs. To get where he's at. . Greed, take what you need. While you can. . You got a free ride.
Father he raised us in the grace of God. A Jeep Wagoneer and bluegrass songs. Oh he showed us all the things a proper father would. And even more than the best of fathers do.
I drove around this town. It looks the same as 1998. When everyday we drove around this town. Trying to find our way. . How did the lights start setting on my dear?.
Have you seen the sun go down. When colors meet and life slows down. And suddenly everything impels you?. . Evenings at the end of fall. When your thoughts don't seem there at all.
Tell me friend do you linger in your head?. Can you taste it still like yesterdays?. Those memories 'cause they wash all over me. They make waves that cry out for all she's seen.
I rhyme of time when all we knew was love. With bread and wine, friends by your side. And time beneath your glove. . You dream of time like that to always stay.
Thirteen, I only had a few songs to play. And big dreams to take the whole world on in a day. Oh, I believe that everything that hurts has a way. To make you see in ways you've never seen.
What you said, and what you meant. Didn't ever seem to meet. So negative in how you see. But who could change the way you think. . Pessimistically, you have trained your mind to think.
It's been a while and the pictures we had are faded. When the same mistakes brings common truth to what we hated. When one could be empty and tired of being empty.
All my thoughts aren't against me. At several thousand feet of all the things I've seen. Of what my life even means I've gathered all these things. Things that I can't keep.
Well, I know that this is real because it passes what I feel. But I'm feeling what I know and it's unexplainable. And if you could feel that air, run through fields without a care.
Sixteen never came. He just wanted to be understood. His mother knew his name. But never found the time to love her son. Of all the things in the world.