The shortest song in the universe Really isn't much fun It only has one puny verse . . . and then it's done!
One short night with a stranger One full moon over my head One false move and is over So I always think of what we said, my baby Strange how heavy my
zu kurz fur schlechte Musik, zu kurz fur Beziehungsstress und bloden Psychokrieg. Das Leben ist zu kurz fur dumme Laberei, das Leben ist zu kurz fur
You're my distanced destination of choice I'd give anything just to hear your voice I couldn't pass you on the street, without saying a word Most times
Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots A coupla empty saddle bags except for two old suits I'm tired and I'm hungry worried as can be Last night I saw a poster
My Christmas list grows shorter every year things just aren't the way they were before My Christmas list grows shorter every year it's almost not like
Little voice In the back of my head keeps telling me that I'm not good enough not strong enough little girl somewhere in my mind under the covers cause
Get your car out of the parking lot New York City's getting much too hot Way down Island, there's a real cool breeze Baby, get ready The pressure's off
Is it enough to have some love small enough to slip inside a book small enough to cover with your hands because everyone around you wants to look is
In the most desolate corner Bad case of the urban blues Another brick in the living shadow All inhale the downward spiral Hey, get in line for tragic
Let me be the one to breath Let me be the one to breath I bathed in mud to wash away the dirt Blaming you for all that hurt I let you down and soaked
Sometimes I've seen you walking among the population Hidden in the margins for a while Sometime's I feel you moving among the population Flickering through
I don't care what your man is sayin', he don't know what it's all about He says one thing when you're lookin' and another when you turn around Don't
I remember when, ooh, I met you I let you say what was on your mind My mind weren't weak Two young lovers, yes baby, it was you and me You sang a sweet
When I need good lovin? I always come home to you You free my lifetime of the blues Yes, I got that old time feelin? Burnin? deep inside my soul And
Did you hear that telephone ring? You'd better get ready and pack your things It's time to be going out again Kiss the ladies goodbye, wipe the tears
All you cowboys and your ladies Take your boots off, they'll drive you crazy When you come to town take a look around Yes, you're off of your horse You
All the ways of your love The hurt and tears to cry I sit and count the reasons Why I ever fall in love It seems so simple to me I know just how it should