Oh war, it's been done before That's what they say I wasn't there, they say there's one today I don't care, I'm not there today 'Cause I'd say fuck you
(M--Mitchell/L--DuBois) i got rock and roll shoes i got T.V. blues and i don't have any friends here among the cats heare among the cats i got the cure
In context of the stars You point at my point right You reflect off my sunglasses Waiting for the moon on a tight night In context of the sun Zero degrees
(M--Mitchell; L--DuBois) C on the road / the heart is slow / the mind is not clocked the feet are sore / the hands and eyes are quick / to stop the
(Music--Kim Mitchell; Lyrics--Pye DuBois) u got detective eyes / and u refuse my lies a hand on a shoulder / a hand on a gun but the hand takes a hand
(M--Mitchell; L--DuBois) what do i know / i sat under a cloud / i looked up / 'fraid to look down i knew i'd cry if i didn't clear / i knew i'd die if
(Music--Kim Mitchell/Lyrics--Pye DuBois) tomorrow don't be here today / take a cruise take a holiday cold morning and the drums / blue eyes in the window
(M--Mitchell; L--DuBois) Doug Riley: Piano and Clavinet april in Toledo / talking to myself / talking to myself she's hiding out in Lake Louise / says
The day seems longer When your head is hanging down And you are taking to the back streets Looking for something lost Finding something found How long
Like a thirsty horse going for the water Like a race horse going for the wire Chalk, chalk, chalkers Coming from the shadows Putting a hand on at this
Check, check, check, check, check this out Here we are, here we are on a world tour Watching the world turn, feeling our ears burn Check this out We'
boats / surf ladies in shorts / up and down the coast we coast yeah, we cry / research at beach resorts line up crowds at the pavilion / Max is playing
The blues just hangs around me I keep trying to plant my feet But it drags me on I know you're a wonder woman But I?m just a blink-your-eyes-gone Rambling
If you lean too hard, I just back away From your blackmail eyes If you cut me off, you might find That grin is a thin disguise But don't let it weigh
(M--Mitchell; L--DuBois) night flights on a music ship / leading on a never ending trip we race the sun again and we chase the world night flights on
Friday, Friday is a good time to shine Night sea journey's, journey's to unwind Losin' all survival signs Rerun movies takin' all your time And a million
(M--Mitchell; L--DuBois) i'm going home put my headphones on wave at my dad i'm going home put my mindphones on listen to the weather i'm switching out
(M--Mitchell; L--DuBois) she caught me in the washrooms / i had crayons in my hands i want to make grafitti / i want to put a little blood / in america