: Our separation seems forever; I’ll do it if it’s what you like. Go take your bags to New York City, call me when your plane arrives. I’ll feed the
: shake the hand of your father and his new wife fourteen blushed broken and a half tie black bible is the mother of your new life ink stains your
: Apologies never sounded insincerer Than when calling up a mother, Her bloody child on the battle field of war, While the pretty politicians lay
: I?ve walked half of this country to get to this town, to put a bill in my pocket and shake the dirt from a crown. If your worries are trouble, then
: I ain't no super boy I ain't no yankee son I ain't what you've been lookin' for I ain't your chosen one I got no one to throw this at For to blame
: A pretty picture of your older sister that I will hide beneath my bed but, Your broken mother, about the cover, you don't show your face around these
: Come on love, Come on drugs I need the help, pick me up. I?m feeling low, the alcohol Is wearing off. The cocaine wore a hole inside My bitter
: So you say you want a love song One to move your feet onto I?ll sing a real life tune So you say you want a love song, One to play your girlfriend
: Another day it's all the same Another way to make it sane. And here we are another breed. Another train to make it seem all ok. In and out of
: I heard about, i heard about your daddy got sick. Drove down to the river to die alone. Seven days, seven days till they found him all. Wrapped
: Didn?t anyone mention, didn?t anyone mention that hate is all we show? Love is not a side we care to know. You cut half your heart, it makes it hard
: Well I broke, I wrote a song About our love, and how its strong How your kisses keep me warm. And even when I make you cry, I?ll still sing you
: I must admit that when the TV set broke, I started thinking, "Oh, what's the bother anyway? What's the bother anyway?" We walked down to the nearest
: Pretty, pretty wilted dasies all in a row on the top of Mount Vernon in the dirty snow where the shadow sings of sunshine like a dying crow pretty,
: whoa oh oh whoa oh oh I'm starting over so, here we go, here we go whoa oh oh whoa oh oh oh I'm starting over so, here we go, here we go If I fall
: We've been waiting, anticipating your arrival. Turn the light on, give us road to ride on help ensure survival now there's a new day, sing with us
: I dream of dusty roads, paved with gold that lead me in your eyes. The marmeladed paintings sing a song that not the crows will try. The Piano screams
: Say, we'll run away, when things get better, better than today Blind.....leading blind....never knowing, what we find Where are we going, who are