There she stands pretty dainty in bows Make-up eludes but the cracks, they still show Do they know? Tell me why you hide that diamond ring A stale teen
Hey boy now whats your problem? With those hips she can solve them Her eyes giving you the notion, going through the motions, lacking all devotion.
? Whose heartbeat's electrical? We feign sickness with our modern joy. But even Western medicine, it couldn't save Danny Callahan. Bad bone marrow,
I'm standing in a field A field of questions As far as the eye can see Is this what it means to be free? Or is this what it means to belong to the free
It's never easy to say goodbye To the faces So rarely do we see another one So close and so long I asked the room if I'd said enough No one really answered
America! America! America! America! You are so grand and gold, golden Oh I wish I was deep in America tonight America! America! I watch David Letterman
There grows a weed, looks like a flower Looks like baby's breath on a mirror My girl and I rushed atop the altar The sacrifice was made It was not easy
The real people went away But I'll find a better word, someday Leaving only me and my dreams My cattle and a resonator I drove all the beast down right
Without work's calving increments Or love's coltish punch What would I be? An animaless isthmus Beyond the sea Oh bees only swarm when they're looking
One fine morning I'm gonna ride out Yeah, one fine morning I'm gonna ride out Just me and the skeleton crew We're gonna ride out in a country kind of
Übersetzung: Oberst, Conor. Danny Callahan.
Übersetzung: McIntyre, Joe. Mrs. Callahan.
I know we've been through this a few times before But the taste that you left tells of who's lips you've been kissin There's mistakes that we've been
Good morning sunshine It's time to wake those tired blue eyes And face the day I throw my covers at the slamming of the screen door My heart is racing
This is the tale of a girl How her love consumed my world And how it all played out It's on and out We got a strange shooter with the best intentions
The only thing sweeter than lies is you I bet you'd expect me to walk on water 'cause you told me to So I fake a smile and play along The preacher's