Look so pretty sitting there. Could you be the one. All it costs to find out is time. Story upon story upon what you call your life. Blaming everybody but yourself.
Ah, is there room for both of us? Both of us apart?. Are we bound out of obligation? Is that all we've got?. . I get the words and then I get to thinking.
Baby our love is, our love is,. Like a runaway train. Baby it won't stop, won't stop,. or slow down for anything. Baby it's big, so strong, love is a powerful thing.
Woke up on a groovy Tuesday. Even my hangover's fine. Woke up on a groovy Tuesday. Hung my mind out on the line. . Tuesday's groovy, Tuesday's groovy.
After you get rid of me. Who will the next fool be?. But I know, I know. Theres things I've got to know. About the girl I love so. . After all is said and done.
Baby's livin' on from hand to mouth. She's roamin' all alone in the deep, dark South. Her eyes are tired. And she's been livin' with a brain full of sunset fire too long.
Well, every evening when the news is over. And the moon is a climbing high. I crank up my old pickup trick. And baby, down the road I fly. . Just to find a spot down in the parking lot.
There might be someone here tonight. Who might not know what I mean. When I say, "days in a maze of sorrow". When I say, "trouble I've seen". When I say, "trouble I've seen".
Hey, what's a boy to do, ya, ya?. What's a boy to do, baby?. What's a boy to do?. I wanna be with you, ya, ya. I wanna be with you, baby. I wanna be with you.
VERSE. Hell ain't got no fury. That can match your kind of scorn. You've got a lot of people. Sorta sorry you were born. . VERSE. The way you treated Jim . . . yeah.
Wait till the snow falls down on the doorstep. Wait till the branches make cracks on the sky. Wind at your window, screams while you sleepy. You live near your fire as the winter blows by.
I'm a trusting old soul, babe,. And I guess I'll never change. I'm a trusting old soul. And I guess that I'm never gonna change. I've done it all the hard way.
VERSE. Thirty thousand men on the Bowery. Thirty thousand men on the street. Can't help but roam when you ain't got no home. Beggin' handouts for something to eat.
There's someone on your butt these days. Most everywhere you go. You always wait in line, you find. The line is always slow. I might start in complaining.
INTRO.. Roll your rain. Roll your rain. Roll your rain down. . VERSE. Well, help me peel the frown off my face . . . chit-chat-chat. I need a little faith an' that's what I'm after.
Baby's livin' on from hand to mouth. She's roamin' all alone in the deep, dark south. Her eyes are tired. And she's been livin' with a brain full of sunset fire too long.
You sure looked good, bound for Shilburn Town. Tryin' to drive that car while the rain came down. And you sure looked fine. Oh yeah, you're readin' highway signs.
A perfect stranger might could make you smile,. Might could take your mind off your despair for half a while,. But time moves quickly, strangers look like friends,.
Creatures of the daylight. Fade away into the sky. I can hear 'em talking sadly. All they ever ask is, "Why?". . Memories and shadows. Down the sand into the tide.
You don't care real from not. Whoa, you're a dream believer. You fool yourself a lot. Whoa, such a self deceiver. . No, I don't, yes, you do. No, I don't, yes, you do.