If you're keeping score then you're bound to win,. A birds eye view of a burning bridge,. You've gone through ghost towns settle past,. Hoping the risk was worth a cause,.
Mail order brides, turtlenecks and trophy wives. Had the ways and means to breach the borders of easy street. And to blend right in we all surrounded them.
What dreams splendidly weaved from an atom bomb. Retrieved from a teleprompt, practical, you are not. Break the ice with a cotton swab. A fever that cools us off, a handshake's a contact sport.
Mountains of molehills. A grapevine in my ear, spots on the tiger. While the townspeople gather to hear. While the nests in my hands starve for rest. .
Glow but don't shine. A fuse for a blueprint, devices my hands built. For, for these roads. Want the rain in my raincoat drown in the flash flood. For we are alive.
Pack up with what's worthy. Lock it up in the car. Don't be surprised if i drive too far. Speak now and we're followed while the weakest react. The nose on the siren is right on our tracks.
Too much patience, no resistance. Within the shouting distance. You can hear a blind man's bluff. . Dragging names through the mind. And still biting his tongue.
Too much patience,. No resistance,. Within shouting distance,. You can hear a blind man's bluff,. Dragging names through the mud and still bitting his tongue,.
Lucky are the leaves of the clover. She's digging for chemistry with the butcher's tools. Shifty are the eyes of the gambler. This maybe his tricks and his trade and a job well done.
The sideways man walks on his hands. Can't keep from dragging his feet. And when he tries. I try. . They twist his arms to get a headstart. Tycoons love hitting the jackpot.
You couldve been raised in Africa. Lacked in our vigor. Been an X on the calendar. Losing our cool in Antarctica. So I put my coat on ya. The breeze was light burgundy.
We're gone but not better. A lighted match can burn the cabin down he built. It's not long but it matters. Your suit and tie are much too tight in Farmersville.
Let me introduce you to a pair. That strikes crude oil but I see pyrite. It is the same old pattern. The goose that feeds the gander. They choose to act but not I.
Here is the deal, you must find guesses in this room. Cut around the block. Shake in the boots we stocked. I'll turn your onset to off. . 'Cause with patience and much practice.
Take a little dive into the shallow or spy, what do you see?. I see the tortoise and the hare in the rat-race. And it fits like a glove under my sleeve.
Rest assured they're weighing words in sympathetic ink. And they don't waste their time suspending disbelief. They face the facts with thinking caps, they map out and display.
Lucky are the leaves of the clover. She's digging for chemistry with the butcher's tools. Shifty are the eyes of the gambler. This maybe his tricks and his trade and a job well done.
The sideways man walks on his hands,. Can't keep from dragging his feet and when he tries,. I try,. . They twist his arms to get a head start,. Tycoons love hitting the jackpot,.