Alright Well, Tom Thompson came paddling past I'm pretty sure it was him And he spoke so softly in accordance to the Growing of the dim He said, "Bring
Won't be the first time you sit alone Won't be the first time you wait by the phone Won't be the last time you drift away To some place we were such a
baby meets the footsteps of the dead we're all mad here and the devil sticks his flag into the mud Mrs Carol has run off with Reverend Judd hell is such a lonely
baby Meets the footsteps of the dead We're all mad here As the devil sticks His flag into the mud Mrs. Carol has run off With Reverend Judd Hell is such a lonely
Long way going to Get my medicine Sky's the autumn grey of a lonely wren Piano from a window played Gone tomorrow, gone yesterday I found it in the
(Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan) You can hang me in a bottle like a cat Let the crows pick me clean but for my hat Where the wailing of a baby Meets the
(feat. P. Diddy & Jagged Edge) [Bootleger (walks in the barber shop while P.Diddy Fab & Ice Cube are waiting for a hair cut)] [Bootleger] "Yo wat up
(Tom Petty) It didn't feel like Sunday Didn't feel like June When he met his silent partner in that lonely corner room That over looked the marquee Of
(Tom Petty and Mike Campbell) Why be lonely Why be blue You got me babe, I got you And I can't stop thinkin' 'bout you How I dig rockin' around with
[Intro] It was once a dark lonely summer's eve On the lonely streets of Sunset When the lord called upon 6 crazy m.c's J Dog, Charlie Scene, Johnny 3
(Tom Waits-Kathleen Brennan) Long way going to Get my medicine Sky's the autumn grey of a lonely wren Piano from a window played Gone tomorrow, gone
around the world And it's so pretty and so lonely I could just die, I might just die I could just die, I might just die And at my funeral They will say Tom
Wall] I'm on the hustle 25/8, ATL to the lone star state On the move I'm bleedin blocks, tryin to get this paper straight No time to wait no room for
(Tom Shapiro/Terri Clark/Chris Waters) You could've walked along a back road Or on a lonely stretch of beach You could have sat there on a park bench
(Tom Waits) Outside another yellow moon has punched a hole in the night time mist I climb through the window and down to the street I'm shining like
the girl who'll wait for kisses underneath that mistletoe To the lonely summer lovers when the leaves begin to fall Here's to the losers, a-bless them all Hey, Tom