If you got a message Leave your name and number And we'll get back to you Sleep on your back and ash in your shoes And always use the old sense of the
Father drove a steamroller Momma was a crossing guard. She got rolled when he got steamed And I got left in charge Living in a little town with my pedigree
Planes on the downtown skyline is a sight to see for some It ought to make a few reputation in the cult of number one While these seconds turn these minutes
planes on the downtown skyline is a sight to see for some it ought to make a few reputations in the cult of number one while these seconds turn these
I take decaf coffee Two sugars and one cream I don't see the use in staying up Just to watch tv I unplug all the neon Turn the ringer off the phone
What is not but could be if what could appear in the morning mist with all associated risk what is not but could be if What was not but could have been
Open field with a window Open field with no child Open Field
If you got a message Leave your name and number, And we'll get back to you. Sleep on your back And ash in your shoes And always use the old sense of
Pain works on a sliding scale So does pleasure in a candy jail True love doesn't come around any more than fate allows on a Monday in Ft. Lauderdale I
Call me from Albermarle Station if you can I hope you find your concentration beneath those ceiling fans We used to dance in this split-level ranch when
Gold and Green Red and Blue Are the lights on the signs that line Charlotte avenue. From the corner window, I watch the falling white flakes. God must
Baby let's get dressed up I got two pairs of shoes Darling you look so beautiful when your hair's all hung in jewels and sometimes I find it really hard
Back then I had a Buckingham rabbit. I'd been lonely since she found Christ. Now is the time to depend on the law: the nights of my professional life.
I wish I lived in the power and light I wish it wasn't Saturday night 'Cause I can't raise hell No, I can't raise hell for two I wish I had a thousand
Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C. I lived with my true love and she lived with me. "Romance is the douche of the bourgeoisie" Was the very first thing
They don't walk and they don't talk in Malibu. They don't vote and they don't smoke. I know you're blue... They don't cream and they don't dream in Kansas
Way way out past where the sidewalks disappear And up through bright blue blocks of sky Where the days turn to weeks in the months the year And we're
I see you gracefully swimming with the country club women in the Greenwood southside society pool. I love your amethyst eyes and your protestant thighs
