Lay down sleepy head. Rest your weary head. Tomorrow you give yourself away. . You know, now what will be. Stop trying so hard to see. Something you find along the way.
Alone in my room. The morning that you loved me. A sweet salt perfume. Gently swept around me. . The bed became a sailing ship. The floor became the sea.
Driving slow through the cool night. Wanna see you in the bright lights. You step into the spotlight. With your red dress and your face white. . And I wait for you to turn and see.
Three weeks and you sold his space. She said she's packing but it ain't over yet. You will confess but you won't repent. So, you ain't got a hope in hell.
Carrie Lee, Carrie Lee. Are you gonna dance with me?. Carrie Lee, Carrie Lee. Are you gonna dance with me?. . In the hills of California. Where your father built his home.
Hey, Mr. Politician. You say that it is time to fight this holy war. But I don't need no television. To see one is raging out my back door. . When I saw those towers tumble.
I crawled for you. Hands and knees turn blue. But your cruelty soon told me. Nothing would do. . Punishment. Clothes and rags I rent. But nothing would stop my.
Walk through the sand, scarred open land. Hopin to sell my soul to the man. Called out his name but he never came. No hope in hell is all that remains.