Suns burn away, starlight exploding There will come a day when you return to love Love, love, love, love, love, love Souls tear away, swallowed by oceans
Shippin? off to the country Where the tales are tall You'll come back with a story Or ya won't come back at all Tom-tom rumors are pounding Rustling
I thought that you would stay But I know that it's too late 'cause you've already gone away Misjudged your limits I pushed you too far I took you for granted
Hey, she?s a piratey soul Full a' vinagar and glitter She is a song of her own From down the wrong end of the river Wild, like the lily-a-passion Have
You're the last of your kind, Mona Lisa With a wink of your eye, make it all right Oh, there's more left to life, Mona Lisa Let me take you along for
You better run, you better run You better run and run, and run You better run, you better run You better run and run And run, and run, and run You better
Under blue moon I saw you So soon you'll take me up in your arms Too late to beg you or cancel it Though I know it must be the killing time Unwillingly
In your soft asylum come to vanish again When your thoughts are crushing And you?re broken again And you?re broken again No way in, no way out you hit
Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty Sound of their breath fades with the light I think about the loveless fascination Under the milky way tonight
Always friend, always friend Still some fences we may never mend in our time Broken hearts broken lines Every now and then you spring the mind We are
Brown doves on the wire, do they ever tire Up in the eggshell sky I know if it was me, wings a take you far The burden of flight is ours Even that the
Buddy some Topeka night When it?s just you and the road Seen no tailights there for miles And nothin? much but static on the radio Wasn?t lookin? to
I often dream of trains when I'm alone I ride on them into another zone I dream of them constantly heading for paradise Or Basingstoke or Reading I often
Set your wooden horses to roam In the dust, come galloping home Ah, into the grave, sooner or late You?ll be led like a child by the hidden hand of fate
Won't you please let me go? These words lie inside they hurt me so And I'm not the kind that likes to tell you Just what I want to do I'm not the kind
Oh, you rush and you run To the ends of the earth Is your work ever done Oh, and what is it worth Blood on your hands Killing a dead man time and again
Casanova broke ya Just like china He was smooth as southern Blue Bell Cream ?Cept he never meant to share that diamond ring So you take up to the roof