Still don't know what I was waiting for And my time was running wild, a million dead-end streets Every time I thought I'd got it made It seemed the taste
She sleeps with the windows open Yet she's still locked safe inside And to block out the sounds of the city's commotion She turns her fan up on high
Joshua was an old man His beard like mountain snow And when I was a boy we'd have jam sessions I'd sneak off to old sharptop With my guitar I would go
What I feel, I can't say But my love is there for you anytime of day But if it's not love that you need Then I'll try my best to make everything succeed
On a mantle made of oakwood There's a photograph from my childhood It was taken in the desert early light I look a lot like a leprechaun With a Mexican
up at the nostrils of the sandstone savior And wonder if it can smell all this bullshit 'Cause I sure can and I'm only 5 years old In Salt Lake City
Your show is over, don't you know it It's time to take a bow Where you gonna run to now? Now in 5 more years she'll be 23 In a lot of ways she's just
turned into a sad one And autumn wind reminded him that the circus had come and gone So he opened a pack of swisher sweets whistles down the first one
