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Counting Crows Across A Wire Live In New York City

'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis And she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus

feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, but no pearls All at once you look across a crowded room To see the way that light attaches to a girl And it

me when you laugh at me and she locks all the doors But I'm not sleeping anymore, anymore No, I'm not sleeping anymore, oh, anymore 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 a

need a phone call I need a raincoat I really need a raincoat I really really need a raincoat I really really really need a raincoat I really need a raincoat

of faith and sex and God In the belly of a black-winged bird Don't try to feed me 'Cause I've been here before And I deserve a little more And I belong

I gotta rush away, she said I've been to Boston before Anyway, this change I've been feeling Doesn't make the rain fall No big differences these days

She is trapped inside a month of gray And they take a little every day She is a victim of her own responses Shackled to a heart that wants to settle and

We can talk a while, baby We can take it nice and slow All your life is such a shame, shame, shame All your love is just a dream, dream, dream Well

she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus