Texty:
Willie Wisely Parador

door, come and go as you please Everything comes to you so easily There?s so much more to you than me So I look up find you flying over Parador Wishing

Don?t drop by. I?ll be wasted And I?ll get mean. You don?t want to see that again You carved a number in the arm of my imagination So I was too quick

These are the days These are the good ones After this it?s all down hill I got a raise But something smells rotten All good till you can?t pay the bill

Early in the morning when the sun comes through any window Break the promise that each day is a new early morning, through any window Blue is the memory

glide me tied behind you Drawn towards the light of lost afternoons Who punched out the moon Picked up a stone and plucked the old bird in the eye How will

That dirty old t-shirt never looked better Than hung on the frame of my beautiful Heather She?s young, and I?m stung Through all of the pain and all

screen door, come and go as you please Everything comes to you so easily There?s so much more to you than me So I look up find you flying over Parador