Well, it's so easy to be witty in retrospect. When you're out of door you pause a moment to reflect. On all the crushing one-liners that you should have said.
Sorrow is a lonely road. Where the rain like your tears. Beats heavy on the roof above your head. Tomorrow is a lovers' town. That's been beaten down.
You will be a star. And I will be so jealous when you are,. But you'll always be a fool. So I will catch you when the world is cruel. . And though dizzy heights are on your mind.
Look at you now, you've disenchanted,. can't believe how things can change.. Take a little out of life and things get strange.. And now you find the wishes you were granted,.
Come Hell or high water. You just do as you please,. Waste your time when you oughta. Be charming the birds from the trees.. A voice straight from heaven.
It takes two to make a home. But only one to break it down. Restless as the ocean roar. You've finally left town. Open up the bedroom door. There's a prince without a crown.
i have a friend and she comes from the high plains. wise as the hills and fresh as the rains. took me an atlas to find her town. to realize that the world is round.
You don't know what's wrong, you only know it isn't right.. You don't remember for how long, but you wake in tears at night.. Big deal.. Big deal.. . You spend four nights a week now looking for your inner child..
Love was the thing that you wanted. That's why we answered loves call. Now that you've got what you wanted. You don't seem to want it at all. . Careless.
Homeboy's lost in rhyming data tossed inside him. Adding costs in finding meaning from the outside/in. What gets heard. That's the word. But what gets felt is something else.
I know you're down again. You see nothin' but rain. You put your friends through hell. That's why we get along so well. . You see. I always was your girl.
I know you're down again. You see nothing but rain. You put your friends through hell. That's why we get along so well. You see. I always was your girl.
I'm the paint on the road. The weight of your load. With the cracked glass ground. Fuck it. . An itch in your brain. In the drain shootin' rain. I'm the flame from the train.
From the hand of a government man. Came these papers. Came these signs. Came these good things. . From this machinery hums come. Oiled and whirling. Fast, strong.