Dressed up for a big date Like Halloween Day, yea But it was Fourth of July now A car crash With a suitcase and a painted face She was one of a kind She
As performed on 10 Feb 2000 webcastSame old sites and the same old soundGonna take my car and drive out of this two story townThe same old shit is going
It feels like I'm walkin' on air When we walk down our street When the neighbors stop to watch us walk by You can hear 'em talking (Let them talk) Sometimes
If there's something that needs fixing I'm the man to see Look me up, I'm listed Just check under "B" If you're ever on the spot Well, I'm good with
There are days when she's a whisper Nights when she's a scream A reason to wake up in the morning To close your eyes and dream She'll curse you like a
Time, ain't nothin' but time It's a verse with no rhyme When it all comes down to you And change, ain't nothin' but change Just the faces and names But
It's a hot night, the natives are restless We're sweating by the light of the moon There's a voodoo mojo brewing at the go-go That could knock a witch
I never went to college I don't have a degree Let's say I went to night school I learned all I know on the streets I wasn't born a rich man, no I ain'
I just can't believe, it was all a lie No man in the moon, just a big light in the sky I hear Disneyland Might lose Mickey Mouse In some giant hostile
She won't let me buy her jewelry She don't want things that she can keep She wears wildflowers in her hair Then throws them to the sea She's the beginning
Every singer's always singing about someone else Another bleeding heart, another brand new start But this time I'm singing all about myself I made it
It's hard for me to say the things I want to say sometimes There's no one here but you and me And that broken old street light Lock the doors We'll leave
{One, two, one, two} I couldn't sleep Took a walk down Second Avenue Sick of dreaming dreams that never come true One way street and I know where its
Превод: Јон Бон Јови. Боравак (демо Од Црусх).
: This ain't a song for the broken-hearted No silent prayer for the faith-departed I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd You're gonna hear my voice
: The Time ain't nothing but time It's a verse with no rhyme Man, it all comes down to you Change ain't nothing but change Just the faces and the names
: Hey, man, it's been a while Do you remember me? When I hit the streets I was 17 A little wild, a little green I've been up and down and in between
: There are days when she's a whisper Nights when she's a scream A reason to wake up in the morning To close your eyes and dream She'll curse you like
