ooooh oooooh lucy takes the long way home meets me in a field of stone she says "i don't know how i'm s'pose to feel my body's cold my guts are twisted
Daylight streaming, On my face, Prognosis looking grim, Sudden case of paralysis, Just can?t move my limbs. Thunder crashing, Lightning flashing, Raindrops
You take the skyway, high above the busy little one-way In my stupid hat and gloves at night I lie awake Wonderin' if I'll sleep Wonderin' if we'll meet
Fourteen years I was sober I worked hard for my pay Left my tithe at the alter Closed my eyes when I prayed But I'm the repo man and nobody weeps for
Will I see you again? Same time tomorrow Well, I hope so Let's watch the midnight sky I won't say goodbye Until tomorrow Yesterday is gone Today is almost
He plays all night then sleeps all day Waves at the dawn With a stretch and a yawn He has to go to work at eight But he might have a cough So he's sleeping
I was born in a mortuary Full of worry Ice water in my veins Gave my heart in the school library Never knew her name Lost my tongue in the sanctuary "
I found honest work and lord knows I tried I found honest work and lord knows I tried Robbed a bank and ran from the fuzz They asked the teller just who
Black sweatband, sticks blur in her hands; she's the drummer She weaves a beat through Kinks and Deep Purple covers Can't shake her off She keeps me
Polished up and standing in a row Wind up the gears, watch them go People made of spring and sparks Humming with electric hearts Hoping for a ghost inside
I can tell you've got tatse You shoudn't have to settle You deserve the best So why not rest in style? What's that you say? You're feeling fine? Well
You should have made me a drunkard Should have made me a liar Made me a preacher With a head full of fire You could have made me a gambler Could have
When you're old and gray Lines etched upon your face Put your hair down I'll kiss your brow Call you beautiful Our love was made to last We fade like
Racing up and down the halls Footsteps echo off the walls Summertime is here again I'm not thinking of the friends I'll leave behind No one wants to
I've got a car that's always stuck in the last gear It starts and it goes if you leave it alone but you can't steer Taking it out for a Sunday drive on
I've heard that life is more than just what we paint it I've heard that life is more than asphalt and pavement But it's hard to see, through the traffic
Warm house, cold hands I was standing outside trying to find your doorbell At 2 AM, I ran all the way hope that you weren't sleeping You rubbed your eyes
If I had a slightly better life One that's built to last a while That doesn't disappoint But I'm so tired of myself I'd be much happier if I was someone
