So close your eyes, for that's a lovely way to be Aware of things your heart alone was meant to see The fundamental loneliness goes Whenever two can dream
Cease to resist, giving my goodbye Drive my car into the ocean You'll think I'm dead, but I sail away On a wave of mutilation Wave of mutilation Wave
we shall gather at the river with eachother cause you're my brother dip our souls in the water for the healing of eachother be saved, sanctified freed
Just a prayer for New Orleans Just a Prayer for New Orleans. Just a Prayer for New Orleans. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, for New Orleans. Just a Prayer for New Orleans
How long you been waiting around? How long you been swallowing yourself back down? With your feet planted on the ground, You get high to the anguish of
Years have passed still the one remains sole survivor of a world in flames world of flames Last of an endangered breed lone survivor of this tragedy
Baby, when I met you there was peace unknown I set out to get you with a fine tooth comb I was soft inside There was something going on You do something
Last night when you spoke to me Emotion in your voice You said that you gave to me A very simple choice I could leave you ... And go wandering on my own
Shortwave Cold gray rainy Sunday BBC World Service I found I found the strangest music But I lost the station Shortwave Pulls in Oklahoma It's too close
Heat haze rising on hell's own hill To wake up this morning is an act of will Walk through the night to get here today To bring your children, to give
The last of the new wave riders Will be the first of the new age masters Pick up your arms was the call So I packed up my Fender and ran down the hall
The secret of flame silent I describe From limitless domension And endless horizons, I fly... Travelers all of us to the coast of hope The lighthouse
On a lonely day I look out on the freeway I can fantasize 'bout the car I drive Don't need the light on, I can find my way It's been so long now, I have
Here is a song from the wrong side of town Where I'm bound to the ground by the loneliest sound Oh that pounds from within and is pinning me down Here
Oh me name's Able Rodgers, a share man am I On a three masted schooner from Twillingate Isle I've been the world over north, south, east, and west But
Come and gather 'round me people And a tale to you I'll tell Of my father and his father In the days before the spill With an endless sky above 'em And
Words get tangled on your tongue and you stumble on your feet When you miss somebody And everywhere you think you see them walking down the street When
You are as reliable as a painting In wave wet sand I look in your eyes and I can't see a thing That usually means attraction to me I've read all the