There's a storm across the valley, clouds are rollin' in The afternoon is heavy on your shoulders There's a truck out on the four lane, a mile or more
You fill up my senses like a night in a forest Like the mountains in spring time Like a walk in the rain Like a storm in the desert Like a sleepy blue
Here I am I'm closing my eyes again Trying so hard not to see All the things that I see Almost willing To lie again I swear that it just isn?t so It
I caught a ride on the Dreamland Express last night I was sailing on an ocean of blue Right there by my side Much to my surprise, was you I said, come
I guess he'd rather be in Colorado He'd rather spend his time out Where the sky looks like a pearl after a rain Once again I see him walkin' Once again
Welcome to my morning Welcome to my day Yes, I'm the one responsible I made it just this way To make myself some pictures See what they might bring I
All of her days have gone soft and cloudy All of her dreams have gone dry All of her nights have gone sad and shady She's getting ready to fly Fly away
It's cold here in the city, it always seems that way And I've been thinkin' about you almost everyday Thinkin' about the good times, thinkin' about the
Jessie went away last summer a couple of months ago after all our time together it was hard to see her go She called me right up when she arrived asked
It's five o'clock this morning and the sun is on the rise There's frosting on the window pane and sorrow in your eyes The stars are fading quietly, night
There are children raised in sorrow, on a scorched and barren plain There are children raised beneath the golden sun There are children of the water,
Is it love? Is it love? Is it love? Is it love? I know how it feels to be head over heels To be lost in true love and the light of the moon When everything
He was born in the summer of his twenty-seventh year Coming home to a place he'd never been before Left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go I'm standing here outside your door I hate to wake you up to say goodbye But the dawn is breaking, it's early
Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River. Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains growin' like
The sun sinks behind me in the West This is the time of day I love best Salt breezes murmur through the coconut palm As the colors change, they set a
Been out on this highway now five days in a row Words all run together and my feet are movin? slow Got to stop and eat while it?s still light There?s
Funny how you sound as if you?re right next door When you?re really half a world away I just can?t seem to find the words I?m looking for To say the things
