And breaking down never seems to be that hard Falling short is always in the cards I'm on the road, sun rising at my back Lost it all somewhere between
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin I can't keep this from you I've held it in so long It's time to tell the truth Keeping it from you is wrong I can't keep this
We are still all right We took it on the chin But in the thirteenth hour No one ever wins But we're strong enough Like traffic all tied up And when the
all overwhelms us now and then And I'm banking on a chance that we believe That good can still control the hearts of men This life's a long old road
Me and you we're not that pretty Me and you could use a lift I'm out here on the corner crying I got ribbons but I got no gift Me and you we're all we
There's a porch swing in Tupelo in the shade of the south Where the sweet honey drips off that old hush-yo'-mouth It's a slow road on down that old Natchez
I'm weary and I'm staying up late And the rain hits my roof so hard You know I'm no longer thirty These days I'm happy to play One or two hands of cards
Did you see the first man on the moon? Have you seen the first light of day? When there wasn't someone stuck inside Something like the moon Something
She threw back that shiny hair Like the mane on a Delta queen Gonna spend my last dime on a telephone call 'Cause she's the wildest thing I've ever seen
Your bag's out on the bed Your closet's all cleared out You say you're goin' to Jacksonville 'Cause our love's all worn out You're searching in my eyes
It's gettin' dark in here, don't want to leave Shadow's fallin' and I believe Winds pickin' up thing's so unclear I'm afraid of my shadow And it's gettin
I'm not the same as I used to be All the things you've heard seem hard to believe Haven't always been good, never really been bad Most times, I've been
: Your bags out on the bed Your closet's all cleared out You say you're goin' to Jacksonville 'Cause our love's all worn out You're searching in my eyes
: There's a porch swing in Tupelo In the shade of the south Where the sweet honey drips off that old hush-yo'-mouth It's a slow road on down That old
: (Elton John/Taupin) Me and you we're not that pretty Me and you could use a lift I'm out here on the corner crying I got ribbons but I got no gift
: I'm not the same as I used to be All the things you've heard seem hard to believe Haven't always been good, never really been bad Most times I've been
: I'm weary and I'm staying up late And the rain hits my roof so hard You know I'm no longer thirty These days I'm happy to play One or two hands of
: We are still all right We took it on the chin But in the thirteenth hour No one ever wins But we're strong enough Like traffic all tied up And when
