I'm sittin' in the railway station, got a ticket for my destination On a tour of one-night-stands, my suitcase and guitar at hand And every stop is neatly
biggest part of me I need you back in my arms Girl You're the biggest part of me How long will you leave me out here In the dark? Another lonely night Back in silent
Last night I stood at your doorstep Trying to figure out what went wrong You just slipped something into my palm and you were gone I could smell the
Watashi wa ikite iru noni Anata ni aisareru tame ni Watashi wa ikite iru noni --------------------------------- You're silent, in a bad mood Playing your guitar
won't you come out and fight? Commando girls you'll never never catch them crying! [guitar solo] When my little girl comes home at night Exhausted
in a clouded sky. i stand obscured from view whith shining eyes that did not lie i turn the pages for you the silent shadow in the night i smile before
Screamin? whitewall tires and a guitar by his side Billy?s got the fever as he rolls on through the night Some were born to listen, some were born to
There's a deep silent river flowin' just beyond and its waters are deep and wide It's as dark as the night but my eyes see a light just down by the river
I'm sittin' in the railway station Got a ticket for my destination On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand And every stop is neatly
ol' North Pole with eight mighty anxious reindeer and if Santa didn't get some help Christmas wouldn't come this year We need a Christmas Convoy this ain't no silent night
for the bright light And something more With her young heart so gently beating A secret rendezvous love was meeting Out in the night, out in the night Night, night, night
He forces up a sneer Though he'd rather have a milk shake He keeps forcing down the beer Just another folkie, late in coming down the pike Riding his guitar
there in the morning I woke to the alarm But she was out of arms reach Sneaking out on silent thighs That were spent and sore From the hot nights that
at Amanda's saloon For the boy's from the old broken O Saturday nights in the town of Sonora Are the best in all Mexico They've got guitars and trumpets
need some new clothes, a tv, a cause A trip to nirvana, a thrill of applause I need a wet kiss, I need to confess I need a vision, religion The right to be silent
Well the cops they let their faces show and rips this holy night The streets alive with tough-kid jets in nova-light machines Boys flash guitars like
I'm sittin' in the railway station got a ticket for my destination mhm On a tour of one night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand And every stop is
can Mrs Bancroft Mrs Bancroft Hello? I don't understand Are you feeling okay?} Day after day, love turns gray, like the skin of a dying man And night after night