I desire to tumble I walk through the garden I don't speak well I mumble To life's little tragedy If you touch me I crumble This song's from the wishing
Where's the keys 'cos I've forgotten Where I put them when I came home I thought I left them there on the table I will need them when I go out And I
We all know love is free But gets you fried chicken I hear those people ring Conversation, listen A false security Breezes of the past Impossibility
I was watching your mouth move in and out In little unexpected ways Not hearing a word that you said in over twenty minutes On occasion I grunt and give
I have walked your sorry streets Lived amongst your people And I'm sure we must have heard The same birds singing You have stepped in hardened footprints
Women help to create the kind of men they despise Misery is often apparent of some affecting touches That were composed under her name Or the dignity
Hey girl Is it really right for me? Send a little message That I know I can see Behold the life I lead for you One would hope they only life will do
You lay around the house Nothing much to bark about, jump onto the bed Just bones and squirrels inside your head This is the only life I see for you
Dust moves off his arms and chest As the vent window opens in his Volkswagen Hundreds of Impalas and station wagons Idle at the train crossing The puddles
A goofy Libra a drafty car I do believe, I've stepped on my guitar A borrowed bender a liver ends Until you've seen it, it's really just pretend A coward
Well, I hate Nathan Bedford Forrest He?s the featured artist in the devils chorus And damn they?re looking ugly to me Damn they?re looking ugly to me
Well i feel more like i do today Than i did last night Makin' odds on the silvery moom Makin' it all seem that nice And then you lie Your back your scrotum
There so much I want to know In every day in every notice The hour, it is going slow So how am I to show this? And I've got this feeling Something's
Give up like a man I've seen that you are serious Holier than thou art How can we say we are ready yet? Under a dream of a lie Under a dream of a lie
Yeah, there comes a booming sound It used to come from underground And now it emanates From a kind of welfare state Of the soul Yeah, baby of the soul
The clerk smiled as she saw The same nut pick up A personal size grocery basket And head down aisle two She smiled because periodically This guy would
Hobbled by the fact That there must be a problem Confident that there's a trace Of honor that we share So let?s begin again And let?s not try to answer
Taking the dogs Across the street To a grassy space Between the buildings Watching your shadow Cast by the street light It does appear As if you're tapping