He came into town in the early springtime To work with my daddy down in the mines It was hot in the summer when he said goodbye And he left me a secret
I can't eat, I can't sleep, I got nubs where my fingernails used to be And my cat is lookin' kinda worried 'bout me. The phone rings and I pounce I'm
There's a firefly in love with a distant star Looking longingly up through the atmosphere Tiny beacon flies, finds his wings too soon I watch him make
I hear an echo through the aching distance I know your injured voice You stand behind this wall of ice between us I guess you had no choice You had to
The world is waiting in the drive, another day begins We wake up barely half alive, here we go again We pay our bills and we don't complain We just drive
Walking on a cloud Lighter than air Don't know where I'm going My heart doesn't care I'm swept by the feeling I'm under your spell Just look in my eyes
Spent my life looking for Happiness like it was buried treasure Somewhere behind the secret door Surely there were riches beyond measure I would take
All aboard The ship is waiting All aboard, you know I've finally learned That I don't need no farewell party I'm just gonna let my bridges burn Cause
If love is like a roller coaster Pretty as a circus poster Would you pay for a day at the fair? I'd like to sit in the very last car Baby, don't hold
Oh no, here we go, and there you go again, When we disagree, you leave when you don't win Honey, your sidewalk babytalk don't get it with me no more
I came down from the Cadillac dude ranch, health spa Nestled on the edge of town For fourteen days I've been herbal wrapped, mud packed Now I'm bustin
If the sun Ain't shining bright And the moon, the moon Won't shine for you tonight And you feel Feelin' real low down today And the stars in the sky gone
I go to work from 10:30 until 6 a.m. Raking up those dimes and quarters Slinging eggs and ham Scrambled, poached, or over easy Coffee black and strong
Sweet Abilena looked out at the midwestern sky Sweet seventeen with a far away look in her eyes. She said "I feel like a bird in a cage, "But come September
Well, all the girls you see walkin' in here Acting like you're heaven sent You tightrope-walkin' song of a gun You think you're the main event But the
She fixes her hair every morning Long before seven o'clock She'll tell you with her hair that piled up She feels closer to God And she fires up that