: sunday to st james st ride blue on the line staring at the blue skyline someday i'll find my way to make those shining lights mine. are you ready
You couldn't dance at all But now you're over ball The way Texas hop The way you jump and rock (Talk to me, baby) You're doin' fine, Henry The way you
James Taylor Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox I'm the one that's singing this sad song Well, I'll cry everytime that you slip in one more dime
sunday to st james st ride blue on the line staring at the blue skyline someday i'll find my way to make those shining lights mine. are you ready
You're going to murder in the name of God What kind of God you dreaming of? A God of blood not love So, you can get your 72 Virgins to abuse I hope they
Take an axe to your past, to your family tree Carve a face from the wood, an effigy Make wings from the leaves, hide from the bark Kindling for the hair
No messing with a sense of humor Will see you through scrapes and all shapes of clouds We're late, we should have got here sooner You can't rush fate
just about business Within, without Hey ma, the boys in body bags Coming home in pieces Hey ma, the boys in body bags Coming home in pieces Hey ma,
In this bar, in this bar, I am dying In this bar, in this bar, I am dying Disassociated, keep off the grass I prefer you naked, this too shall pass Nuance
Adore this life, there is no guarantee Could end by tomorrow Adore every fight, an opportunity To give back what was borrowed Nothing's sacred, make
Stray cats with fish heads, feeding their litters Feral kids fight over rats, tailed from gutters Bookie mouth brokers, rotten fruit sellers Pickpockets
I may as well try semaphore As words no longer work This fool's feeling cornered And he acted like a jerk He'd tell you he was sorry If that made good
My mirror's laughing at me Says, boy, are you getting old? There's so much junk in your life What you've got, you don't even know Don't take a phone
Five nights, no sleep, my mind's battered Stock markets free fall, dreams shattered Lost cause, pulled up, a sure winner Made a few bob, in a new job
Send seasonal greetings from nowhere I'm working and playing away Remember the moment of leaving Yesterday, yesterday Roll through these towns, over
Hey mister that's me up on the jukebox I'm the one that's singing this sad song Well I cry every time that you slip in one more dime And let the boy singing
Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox. I'm the one that's singing this sad song. Well, I'll cry every time that you slip in one more dime and let the
about business Within Without Hey ma the boy's in body bags Coming home in pieces Hey ma the boy's in body bags Coming home in pieces Hey ma the
