Drops of rain, oh, the sun wants to break through April just wants her lazy Saturday New lovers peak from their nesting eves Some secrets to keep, they
Long days come alive I take it in through my eyes Long days of paper tigers They ate all the words of the wise Now my spirit and bones take me Straight
Wide awake I'm on a plane out of town Fly away from the weight Of the world on the ground I'm international But I don't know where to go Hopefully where
I write, fingers cut same blood as yours Can't make it flow but I know A stunted way to grow and I scream And the kettle screams, "I'm so sick of it
This is an atypical day (it's the State we're in): Billow-beast clouds. Vibrant, bright like Spring. This is a turbulent drive, mixing bowl of good
Free, exactly where I should be But, I admit sometimes I lie I lost the war but tried I tried every day, I tried to stay away And now I've some things
You talk tough to me and it makes me smile By the old church yard your feelings hide I know the reason and you won't say "If we grow too close, will you
Hello, goodbye Higher you fly Into the world I awoke this mornin' With pourin' rain in my heart As I fall apart today but you make your way And I'll
Live a life less ordinary Live a life extraordinary with me Live a life less sedentary Live a life evolutionary with me Well, I hate to be a bother But
t's hard for me to think when I am cold I'm learning what it's like for me to grow old I wish I could live like you sleeping in my shoes with so much
Hang on Parade... Catching up again Where's the feeling we knew then (Whisper, my friend...) So we pick up, with empty cup In dreaming we thrive
Float from the balcony, we ride the pine top swells Down from the old hotel on the lake of silver bells And leading is lonely when you make alone decisions
Take a walk down town and dream with me We'll walk the parks and the empty streets You know the seasons oughta be Love, loss, hope, repeat We're alone
There's a neat little lass and her name is Mary Mac Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna track Lot of other fellas want to get up on her back But
It's Sunday noon in my room The wind is really ragin' Inside I'll hide in my tune And think of yesterday playing In my room In my room I feel like a
She's assigned a witch to spell my heart And now I'm drawn to her And my feigning resistance is waning Light as gossamer And I mind In this dark, flint
Love endures, it clings away When asked to leave, it begs to stay Like the perfect song at imperfect times It's the way the chords struck with the rhymes
Where, oh, where is that little child that used to play? Another turning of the page, another churning of the day Are you tired of the same? To much flower