mend Oh, I'll find someone to hold now and then But I'll never be in love again Something went wrong along the way And there's nothing I can do to make
live in effect, respect due You knew we drew lines to make it through Completely submerged on the verge, I'm thinkin' I want to urge and encourage and
melody And she said "Do you remember when we were younger, bitter words were said making up was always your favorite part. Well I ain't young no more and
like that and a (baby) And like that and aa?¦ You don't stop and aa?¦ And it goes like so It goes like uh Like this, hit me like that And it goes like
I made the county line There's someone I got to talk to I can't get it off my mind He's just a kid And he's in a pretty rough spot Two dimes to make
Sheila [08:53.75]Do you ? Do you really want me ? [08:56.80]Sophisticated lady want me [09:00.25]Sweet little Sheila [09:01.70]Do you ? Do you
Will they make it? who knows where or when Old wounds will mend? Machines Are winding their way along, looking strong Building roads and bringing back loads and
you just turn and run I?m gonna hold on tight, I?ve got a feeling You?ll only happen once to me And no one, not even you Is ever gonna make you wrong
mend it? Oh, and by the way, how's your broken heart? Is that mended too? I miss you I miss you, I really do. I've been reading Browning, Keats and William Wordsworth And
And L, E, N, on a foreign land Watch me go back to my land and then there will be a thing Gorillas in the mist, where everything, and the light becomes
Especially myself, and thought it late Too late for any soul to cast a line His hook would hit the ice and snap in two But someone blew a kiss and with
of friends and wine Of sharing curries and getting shitty With good-looking hippies With fairies on their spines And butterflies on their titties. And
re soft, they say he rhyme like he starving And sold odds and bob kins, to old gods and goblins Valley, adjust a pest and your worst best friend Who mending
some right here for you I push you down on your knees (such a good whore) I make your dreams come true At 60 miles an hour on course and pace in
resources, both mineral and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and
song Just a little something to show some respect To the city that blends and mends and tests Since 911 we're still livin' And lovin' life we've
Tantalized by my eyes mislead This one you've got to see And her gaze, it is set on me Not like I would push the brink But it sure makes me think Maybe