She made her getaway when he stepped out. She took the kids and drove far from their house. She told them this is our home for now. God bless this cheap hotel.
Look up my darling. Way up high. At the clouds above you. . My heart's a window darling. If you look inside. You'll see how I think of you. . We all get angry sometimes.
If I had all this time on my hands. Well I would love to share it with you. And though our days have made other plans. There is nothing I'd rather do.
In the midst of all this welcome change. I can hardly wait. Oh, to welcome all that was estranged. To my life again. . I thought I was on my own. At different times.
Tour bus rolling down Broadway. Says "nobody you would know". In all the store front windows I see my face. And the lame expression of this average Joe.
It's really coming down. Raining cats and hounds. It's falling on parades. And on the plans we made. . But there'll be other days. And things will turn our way.
The sun has gone. It arose but never shone. And now the day is done. Before it'd ever begun. . It was such a pleasant dream. 'Till someone pulled the plug.
You were there when I was down. There when my hope was born. You never asked a thing in return. You were there. . You were there before the calm. There in the book of Psalms.
Wishing wells. Are fine in fairy tales. But they've got no business here. Where evil's very real. And children are known. To just disappear. . Magic spells.
Under every sky of baby blue. Is an undercurrent of rain. Under every trial life puts you through. Is an undercurrent of change. Though the sun now is shrouded in grey.
Something's brewing in this gloomy sky. And I could use a lift. What with all this humid weather. Something's got to give. Then the thunder breaks the silence.
The less I know. This moment seems to tell me. The less I know. The line my soul. Is trying hard to sell me. I guess I'm sold. . Cause there's something real in her touch.
When the moon is only a shadow. When the world is wiping her eyes. The grim trucker darkens the meadow. To the market he never drives. . All the pigs go down the hill.
God so loved the idiot boy. He gave him a pair of eyes to explore. Gave him a pair of hands to destroy. Any good thing that he found. . He said "Put this kid in a candy store.
So young. So young at the start. So strong that it left its mark. Upon our hearts. So young. . So strong. So strong we had no choice. We're pulled along by the ancient voice.
The world is a very small place. And before we know. We're back in our own space. . Some dusty things to remind us. All of our time on earth. How sweet and precious it was.
Well a bad day is when I'm up in the air. A better day is when I'm in repair. Like this it's always been. Oh but then again. I seem to recall a time when.
Riverbed. I'll lay my head upon your pillow. And watch the waves go flowing by. Riverbed. Underneath the weeping willow. I'll sleep until the sunlight fills the sky.
Here's the story of a poor loser. From the wrong side of the street. Yes, he's a born loser. It's the world he's trying to beat. And though he once tried to cross over.
You can count on many things. To let you down. You can take you plans. And stick 'em six feet underground. But wouldn't your time be better spent. On days to come?.