friend Are you cold? Is there no place Better, safer, friendlier than this? Call me up, I'm alone That's okay that's all right Rather it be me than
I still remember you dressed in gray Working undercover for the CIA You were cursing Silber, living in Back Bay Sailing on the Charles when I heard you
Ten cent lovers Beneath the covers Riding on a wet dream Silver tonic free High stool sweet tarts Equipped with green cards Chomp their 401 Ks Semi-chocolate
Maybe I should drop you at your door Or leave tonight and vanish up the shore Anywhere but here It's 3 o'clock we're driving in your car You're screaming
And though you will say I'm wrong. It's much easier with you along. And Sundays were made for this. Seeing Bond give the villain a kiss Holding your
If they calm you down Then excite them If they call you out Then ignore them You're speeding up You're speeding up, yeah You're speeding up To slow down
Strong hands, big plans All reduced to this Hard won freedom How could you've missed? Scared, are you? You do it on your own You do it on your own, we
Cut a tape of my favorite songs Said, what I can't face to face I hoped that you would share all my thoughts We are young and unimpressed By all you recognize
Calmly, like a razor I got us on the door Or I got a tape of clerks Someone left the night before So I come over later You're sittin' in that chair Smokin
All in, all in, you got me all in Crank the music up, let it never end All in, all in, you got me all in 'Til the sun come up and we start again Lucy
Cooley All your friends show on time They come in bringing red wine You said if it's over then we'll go in style You better best take care keep one
ll learn Let go of your fear, let's grow old together Find a place along the way Let's reel through the years Each makes the other better But what thoughts
You cleaned out your room And under your bed Lay a picture long forgotten With a hand to your head You sigh out loud As a memory rushes over and buries
Can you be so warm? Can you know what I feel? But it's the way you move your hands And it's the way you understand And that's the reason that I'm asking
Where have you gone, my Rosealia? Into the crowd he'll never find you If you walk real fast and you stay down low So many times so many chances This one
Down by the dock, hot blood in the sun The body lays up against the reeds The locals said the man had it coming And it's time someone put him six feet
They say you're off, a bit confused But when the day is done, I'll be with you I like your eyes, they say you're true The others whisper and lie And
Listen to them fight Hear your mother cry, weekend at your Dad's They don't know what they do to you Teenager, teenager Wrap yourself in black Listen