to keep me alive. And if its not a rainy day, you simply don?t go outside And you?re tired of everything all of the girls and the boys, and if you?
eyes. And there's all these funny little men, There all asking me to dance and sing. I'm wasted I'm so wasted on you (x2) Red and yellow, pink and green, purple and
: So rest your head- you?re all mine. And I stay awake, I won?t go home. Let?s go on a holiday. To burn this town She?s my Babylon. So rest
all I see All of me is all for you Youre all I need All this life is all for love Its the only road Ill choose And every street and avenue Only one
band strolls the street, You know another years come too soon. So you took her hand and she gave a look, that sent you to the moon. And there you spoke
: Hey My fairwells tonight There you leave on a flying ship Upon the port I would just sit and wait Hey It feels like rusty knife In my hand your heart
a hot coal Then Mr Miles said it's time to sing along Late night cookies and cream for all of you Then we'll sit around and watch the fire burn Sitting
and i can tell how time can bend your ideas and the boys go on and on and on and on and the boys go on and on and on and on and there?s gold falling
and I, forever and ever And we?ll make babies on the beach, under the stardust And I hear your voice come through the door A thousand times, maybe more And
down Said I think I'm right But I'm moving slow His hand they shake, as I go home Seems like everything, Is gone Seems I fooled myself, once again And
Even though I know its impossible for me. There goes another day, don?t suppose ill come out to play with you. Ill just sit at home , Write another song
are so kind With nothing left to pour To pour You stepped into these days You stepped into these days You stepped into these days You stepped into these days And
old I call you again Still too young to fail, too scared to sail away But one of these days Ill grow old And Ill grow brave and Ill go One of these
seen for days. It walks the street as the chimneys burn. Ill drink some beers as I find my way My way home (x4) Th streets were made for horse and
s not a happy ending, I?m sure there is some like Johnny and June, and maybe other people too. And maybe other people too (x5) Like me and you.
simple and some of us will deceive we tell heartfelt stories so we can take the things we need some of our efforts are colourful and some people they lose and
things, like jewels and gold. I?m rolling down, I?m rolling down to my hotel, between the lines. The paperboy still looks the same, as the old get old and
's not a happy ending, I'm sure there is some like Johnny and June, and maybe other people too. And maybe other people too (x5) Like me and you.