Call me home, call me home Baby, when you comin' home? I can't stand it so alone Rodeo They all say they're proud of you Though you're still the boy
Only you know and I know All the loving we've got to show So don't refuse to believe it By reading too many meanings 'Cause you know that I mean what
How sweet it is To be loved by you How sweet it is To be loved by you I needed the shelter of someone's arms And there you were I needed someone to understand
Daddy-o, daddy-o when I close my eyes There's a cyclone there and I want to rise An electric train to a long lost world To the land of a thousand dancing
Think by Joan Osborne You better think (THINK!) Think about what you're trying to do to me Think (THINK THINK) Let your mind go. Let yourself
Smiling faces sometimes Pretend to be your friend Smiling faces show no traces Of the evil that lurks within The truth is in the eyes 'Cause the eyes
These arms of mine They are lonely, lonely and feeling blue These arms of mine They are yearning, yearning from wanting you And if you would let them
The obliteration of your isolation The complete explosion of your fondest notion This disintegration is your elevation It?s a grand illusion, it?s a grand
Good morn or evening friends Here's your friendly announcer I have serious news to pass on to every-body What I'm about to say Could mean the world's
Don?t ask her how she knows, but she knows It?s gonna be great Don?t ask her how she knows, but she knows And she can?t wait Hey, hey, hey, flyaway Hey
Why does it take so long for you to leave me once you've said goodbye? I wish it could be over quickly, clean and painless and dry But your kiss has left
Early in the morning when I'm still in bed I start thinking 'bout last night My imagination gets the best of me And I can feel the match burn twice Baby
Pulled into Nazareth, was feeling 'bout half past dead Just need a place where I can lay my head Hey mister can you tell me where a girl might find a
I look at him and he looks at me In his eyes I see the sea Don't see what he sees in a girl like me He says he loves me His eyes, his eyes His eyes are
I was struck down by your angel face I had a father, I had a brother I had a husband and I had a lover I had a son, he filled me with wonder But I was
Get up Jack, crack your head Sweatin' whiskey in my bed Ain't you heard a word I've said Get up Jack Get up Jack, read the news See if you can tie your
Where are the bones on that one? What if the cure is worse than the disease? Serve me up some pretty, pretty people Serve me up somebody, I can believe
What you gonna do What you gonna do about me What you gonna do What you gonna do about me, oh You used to bury me, way underground I thought it had to