Sailing on my every step. Inching off of the earth. Is magnified by the things I've done. The thing that I've become. Every lift of my hand. Coffee cup
Down. Fall by the wayside no getting out. Down. Cry me a river dried up and dammed. The names can be changed but the place is still the same. I am loaded
You should be happy with what you got... You should be hard to be a brother... You should be happy with what we give you... Hand over my face. I am related
Do you like me? Well, I hope you do 'Cause if you like me Then I think I'm gonna have to like you too We'll share our things And have some fun Then we
The motel lights were blinking On my chartreuse four door Lincoln On the dock, the fish were stinking I simply didn't have a care And the old men sit
It started out When she was small She was premature She wasn't nothing at all Two pounds six ounces A little pumpkin seed But she got more love Than
Love gives Love takes It takes a lot of lucky breaks Lucky strikes Lucky stars I don't know how I got this far Who knows where it's coming from Or where
Moonlight shining on the back of my hand Cat fight, rattlin' the garbage can Looks like somethin' chased you up a tree Same thing, same thing happened
I can taste your lipstick in the wine I can feel your heartbeat close to mine With your love wrapped around me I'm silent and still I know that this love
I love you so much, it hurts me Darling, that's why I'm so blue I'm so afraid to go to bed at night Afraid of losing you I love you so much, it hurts
Feeling kind of bony On the telephoney Talking to Marconi Eating rice-a-roni Nominated for a Tony For acting like a phony Watching twilight zoney On my
Full blown silence in an empty room A former bride and a former groom A folding table and a folding chair A folded hand of poker there All new directions
Down the hall, upstairs from me There's a girl I swear I never seen I hear the ringing of her phone She must live up there all alone She hangs her clothes
Bee girl, you're gonna die. You don't wanna be famous, you wanna be shy. Do your dances alone in your room. Becoming a star will become your doom. Bee
Dirty Frank Dahmer, he's a gourmet cook Got a recipe for anglo-saxon soup Wanted a pass, so she relaxed Now the little groupie's getting chopped up in
Don't even think about reachin' me 'Cause I won't be home Don't even think about stoppin' by Don't think of me at all I did, what I had to do And if
Like an angel fly over your house Like an angel pass out wishes Like an angel I will move the arrow Like an angel I live alone I'm not livin' what was
Drifting, drifting, drifting away I got myself a mansion, then I gave it away It's not the world that's heavy, it's just the things that you save And
