Whoa-oh-oh Come down from the mountain, you have been gone too long The spring is upon us, follow my only song Settle down with me by the fire of my
What a life I lead in the summer What a life I lead in the spring What a life I lead in the winded breeze What a life I lead in the spring What a
So guess I got old I was like trash on the sidewalk I guess I knew why Often it's hard to just sweet talk I was old news to you then Old news, old news
After all is said & done, I'd feel the same. All that I hoped would change within me stayed Like a huddled moonlit exile on the shore, warmin' his hands
Red squirrel in the morning Red squirrel in the evening Red squirrel in the morning I'm comin to take you home. Sun, I see you Over the hill In the morning
Wanderers this morning came by Where did they go Graceful in the morning light To banner fair To follow you softly In the cold mountain air Through the
I was following the, I was following the, I was following the, I was following the, I was following the, I was following the, I was following the, I was
She left a week to roam Your protector's coming home Keep your secrets with you Safe from the outside You walk along the stream Your head caught in a
Just as the sand made everything round Just as the tar seeps up from the ground Bitter dancer, ever turning So was the day that you came to town You
I went down among the dust and pollen to the old stone fountain in the morning after dawn underneath were all these pennies fallen from the hands of children
Go with your two feet bare Down through the cold lane there, to Brighton. A country house, a liar and a louse live there. Go with your arms held wide
Meadowlark, fly your way down. I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown For you to wear upon your fleecy down. My meadowlark, sing to me. Hummingbird,
Where you go so late said the knight on the road I'm going to meet my god said the child as he stood And he stood and he stood and it was well that he
The door slammed loud and rose up a cloud of dust on us Footsteps follow, down through the hollow sound, torn up. And you will go to Mykonos With
He was so kind Such a gentleman tied to the ocean side Lighting a match On the suitcase's latch in the fading of night Ruffle the fur of the collie '
'Cause you're just damage control for a walking corpse like me - like you 'Cause we'll all be Portions for foxes Yeah we'll all be Portions for foxes
news 'Cause you're just damage control for a walking corpse like me - like you 'Cause we'll all be Portions for foxes Yeah we'll all be Portions for foxes
Penniless and tired, with your hair grown long I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong Memory is a fickle siren song I didn't understand