Patrick Simmons. . Who's gonna make you feel just right. When that music's playin'. You gotta kick out the doors and turn out the light. When that music's playin'.
Caught up in wheels of fortune while you've been asleep. Come on, give it up, you got what's comin' to you. No use for you to struggle, now you're in too deep.
Patrick Simmons. . I'm walkin' in shadows, I cannot see. Faces, they smile when I fall or flee. Doors without windows all shuttered tight again. . I just might pass this way again.
Easy, time won't keep you waitin' any longer. Than you waited in the past. Cool and breezy, winds are blowin' sweetly. On the edges of the garden now at last.
She can capture your heart. When they start the music playin'. Sparkle in her eyes, you better be wise. Or you will end up losin' your mind. . I said baby, pretty baby.
Up all night, I could not sleep. The whiskey that I drank was cheap. With shakin' hands I went and I lit up my last cigarette. Well the sun came, the night had fled.
Patrick Simmons / Tom Johnston. . Down along the river. Where the big bulrushes grow. You find the old frog jumpin the water. He won't come up no more, babe.
Tom Johnston / John Hartman. Tiran Porter / Michael Hossack. . I was ridin' down that highway. Silver Harley by my side. When I thought I saw my lady.
Every time when I think I'm closer. To what I need most. Here I am standing in line. Will it be worth the waiting?. . Had enough of hard times. I can't stand no more.
Well, a travelin' man's affliction makes it hard to settle down. But I'm stuck here in the flatlands while my heart is homeward bound. . Goin' back, I'm too tired to roam, Loma Prieta my mountain home.
The days grow short, the nights are gone. Since you were here, I can't go on. I cried for you, to no avail. Now my life runs cold when the night winds wail.
Well, the light's turning gray, nearly every day. Come a walkin' into town and try to find the way. Well, I've only got a nickel, got to score myself a dime.
Patrick Simmons. . There's a change been comin' over you. Well you burn back baby now what can I do. And all of that jive that your good friend's been sellin'.
Patrick Simmons. . Autumn breeze blowin' to the east. Shift of breeze upon a sea of peace. Hear them call, can't you hear them sing. Hear them call, how their voices ring.
Patrick Simmons. . I just looked in the mirror, was that me. I'm older now than I used to be. The sky above me, Lord, it's turnin' red. There's a hard rain fallin' 'round my head.
Playin' easy somewhere, shade across my mind. Thoughts that pass I cannot catch, I reach for you and find. That I have learned how not to get burned now.
Patrick Simmons / Jeffrey Baxter / Michael McDonald. . There was a place in East St. Louis. It was in nineteen fifty nine. When they played they filled the streets with music.
Patrick Simmons. . Hey, hey, honey, what's on your mind. Well, you said that sleepin' with a poor band's not your style. Ain't that just a little unkind.
Jada: what are you doing. Jaden: I'm just looking over there. Jada: you looking over their. Jaden: Yeah I'm just looking at the piano. Will: You ready to come out yet?.