was a clown Playin' the streets for a dollar a day Waitin' for the right time and a sign to lead the way Crossed over the border to a mystical land
Traducere: Guthrie, Arlo. Mystic Journey.
It ain't so much the boredom But the fire in her soul That made her life unbearable While living in that hole Of her dark surburban nightmare 'Till she
If all the doors were closed in heaven Where would all the angels go Would they just fly around forever Or would they come down here below If the pearly
This world is not my home Passing through me As clouds before the moon The great depths of the ocean Barely take notice Of wind upon the waters Therefore
It's okay if you're all right It's good to be here with you tonight Dressed in moonlight and faded jeans It ain't no mystery, all it means is I can't
Beneath this balcony of stars Beyond the searchlight stage where we've become The stuff of time amid the waves Whose nets are cast along the shore when
magician and I was a clown Playin' the streets for a dollar a day Waitin' for the right time and a sign to lead the way Crossed over the border to a mystical
My love, you are the song That sings inside of me The song is always the same It starts with love and ends with your name The more that I love you There
When I was younger She'd come to me in dreams Her face was hidden In the mountain streams Her voice disguised As the sound of the wind The rustling of
Halfway around the world tonight In a strange and foreign land A soldier packs his memories As he leaves Afghanistan And back home they don't know too
