: I've got shaky hands After one night dreaming Didn't fit my plans To listen to your breathing Down Maid Marian Way Or Lenton Avenue I don't know what
: Understanding takes a while So go back to sleep Oh, this blue sky shining wild Makes it hard to speak I looked down at the street But I just couldn
: I have got no money now But I'm still alive somehow Heating, electricity Even water isn't free I have got some time of my own Just enough to play
left it hidden in an awkward place Beating silently unknown I left it hidden in an awkward land 'Cause it wants to be alone 'Cause it wants to be alone
: Why do you think it's time? Your dreams are far behind Lost details of the sky and soil Rooms are full of those Their dreams are warn as clothes Will
: A star for Mummy's eyes The moon for Daddy's nights I keep on asking why We pray and then we cry A scar for Mummy's fights The sun for daughter's
: I feel so sorry I broke your sunglasses I'm starting to worry it's never felt as sore as this But please don't think that anything I say Is based on
: You are my little sugarman I'll keep you in the best place I can I've got a drawer that I love best I keep the strings under my dress Travel size
: What went wrong? I left the womb expecting to find Someone who gave no sign Of wasted time or failure Southern grounds were not as good Wild sun
: The heels of my shoes are too slippery for grass My day dreaming is always set in the past Pockets full of pebbles and knees stained in green Daisy
: I can't say that I'm too young I can't say that I'm too wise But I'm the luckiest one When I look into your eyes I know that the feeling's sharp When
: I might as well set off to Madrid now And have a shock for a while A train is setting off to the front line Packed a luggage way too heavy for my back
with me a while Maybe I could rest beneath your smile Maybe I could feel you right beside 'til I'm home 'Cause it's a long trip alone A long trip alone
Pair of boots and a sack of clothes Free and easy down the road I go Hangin' memories on the high line poles Free and easy down the road I go Free and
Country roads, old theater marquee signs Parkin' lots and billboards flyin' by Spanish moss, little hick town-squares Wild roses on a river bank Girl,
I came up through the trenches Where we only played for tips and alcohol You find out what you're made of when There ain't no gold or platinum on the
And girl, I've made a name everybody writes off An open-road hard case, a honky tonk lost cause The fate I'm lookin' at, there ain't no way around A long
Father, meet me with Your arms wide open The world's done broken Your Prodigal Son Down that road I, traveled Everything raveled only came undone Father
