Sipping on a black Dakota pint The joint is jumping on a Sunday night But then something wicked this way comes Sticking out like two sore thumbs Eye
Heavy clouds all hanging around And the sun refuses to shine If you're bent on bringing me back down Better get in line Something I said has got you
Heavenly sunrise Welcoming our day It's a heavenly love That you and I survey The morning wears her Golden autumn dress It's a heavenly love That you
Michael and his dad sitting at a table in the corner Reading the want ads sprawled across the table in the corner And there is no time to play, all the
without selling my soul That everyone might know that I'm a late bloomer From a turntable to a phone From a revolution to a ring tone I'm a late bloomer
There are miracles before our very eyes In reality's disguise Our shadow below us and the stars up above It's a miracle my love, miracle my love There
In every nowhere town There are somewhere dreams Patiently holding out To grab the brass ring To see their dream come true Sends a spark through dark
Well, I can't talk now, I'm in the middle of love And I can't stop now, I'm in the middle of love I'm in the middle of something so real it's taking all
I've been burning the candle at both ends Running myself more ragged than a Raggedy Ann I couldn't read the writing on the wall until I hit that wall
Nowadays I hear your heart Beating when I can't understand And everywhere I go There's love at hand Nowadays I feel your arms Wrap around my dreams in
Whistling over trestles And past the graveyard sign We cast our wayward line Inside a wishing well We've just a wish and an empty vessel A hole to fill
As all the rooms are full of empties The wine attempts to tempt me Would you help me disappear? And we'll let the path go hungry And head at last to
