You're not my boyfriend, I don't want a boyfriend. Just make a little trouble over me. In your kitchen, on the way to your window. Walking down your hallway.
Once I ran like the wildest horse.. I reached up high and I clinched my fist.. What happened then goes just like this,. Oh the tender branch is gonna fall..
I woke up beside you in the night afraid.. When I was young I was always brave.. I was going where the wind was born,. I dont know where that is anymore..
Is there something I was gonna tell you?. Is there something I was gonna say?. If I had it, I guess, I forgot it.. It's gone, it's all slipped away.. .
I'm gonna have a good cry over nothin'. But a handful of cigarettes. I'm gonna leave the windows open. When I feel like gettin' dressed. I'm gonna think hard about leavin'.
I got a postcard with an old address,. A picture of Houston in a creased-up mess,. Just to remind me that it all went wrong,. Just to beat me up, just to turn me on..
I hear you coming up the driveway. I tie a ribbon in my hair. Well, look who's come to see me. Funny, you always end up here. . But it's still pretending.
The song I love the bests the one my father taught to me,. The kindness of a stranger is dust from an unseen wing,. But an old friend at my table is by far the finest thing.
Before a word is spoken,. Everything is broken,. Even what your hid inside.. The world has let you down, wrung shame out of your pride.. . But even as you falter,.
I found a mark. Where the ink bled through. Under a song. I was writing for you. Crumpled up in a drawer. Stained with blue. Quiet and easy. What I wanted to prove.
I saw you with somebody, that you don't love. You like to show her off, you like to think highly of. The easy mistake that you made, she's a friend of a friend.
Well, the first thing I remember is the last thing that I saw,. Morning hit the barrel of a rifle going off.. Then the daylight wrapped around me,. Then I heard the sergeant scream,.
With the city closed for evening and the streets dressed up in rain,. My sweet man, do you have some place to get to?. . Morning is my destination. See me through..
La nuit, les bruits sembrassent sous le vent,. La pluie ici, qui tombe tout doucement.. Il ny a aucune chose quon peut tenir proche. Sans toutes ces milles tendresses..
Rain like static falling in my eyes,. Rain like static on the road,. Rain on the loners and the regular thieves,. Everybody else has gone home.. If I could stay in your hotel bed,.
This was a town took care of it's own. That's what me and my children have known. I worked the mill the way my parents did. I remember this town when I was a kid.
The sky is turning and longing for something far away.. The moons a tear drop, see slowly as it falls away.. Miles running down a face,. Everythings bound to change,.
Well, I got here early trying to decide. If there was nothing to hope for or nothing inside. But a mixed up girl with plenty to hide from the light of day..
I know you think that I'm just a stranger. Just a drinker he's seen downtown. Someone he'd wave to on his way to meet you. But I know him too. . CHORUS.
My body was sleeping.. Sleep was a lie,. Grab hold of my body. I will rise, rise, rise.. . My heart was heavy,. Hungry and tired.. Oh, but you're touch has made it.