Preacher won't you preach to me, I need a pint of philosophy. I'm hurt and thirsty, set me on my way. Mondays come and mondays go, But this one seems
You said, "don't wait up, don't count the minutes." So here I am watching paint fade from the walls. On the tv, planes are dancing to the national
I'm only seventeen, but I want much more than a small town girl should bargain for More than standing in one place, waiting for the next james dean I
This time let's not bring up my disasters Or put me on some couch like Sigmund Freud Your textbooks filled with hypothetical answers So to summarize she
I stepped into the room late last night Because late is the time I keep You were sleeping warm as coal In a pocket of comfort and white sheets But you
She fell to the mattress With the grace of an actress You're falling like a thief from a roof. She's asking for proof , "are you staying? "
Leo's is the bar up in heaven Where all the martyrs hang out Gandhi staggers in with john lennon They'll start a bar fight, no doubt Chorus When you
Cathy's hailing a cab like she's hailing a storm Unto the streets of new york city Once we're inside, it's a carnival ride That brings a white knuckle
I'll respond to you in letters Sorry so slow, sorry so few In a nutshell, I'm much better So far the complaints I hear are few So how have you been?
Weather advisory, one for the diaries Windy and cold so stay off the road It's bitter outside your windows Stack your blankets, light your candles There
Mrs. Jones wakes up, got a lover in her bed She don't even know the boy's last name And whatever excuse she makes up For what happened in the sheets
I've got a farm house, It's a big white farmhouse And forty acres in my head You got a kitchen, It's an oak floor kitchen And a big brass feather bed
Picture my face at your kitchen table, We're both fifteen years old. Your parents are sleeping upstairs in their bedroom, The house is quiet, but cold
(spoken intro) I get this message on the message machine that she's cooking dinner Tonight so I go out and pick up a bottle of wine and when I get there
She is searching for some form of salvation In the corner of a bar down the street, But the gin controls whole conversations And plays magic tricks with
She comes to my bed like a whisper Slips in the sheet like a ghost Says to my ear "hey mister, You need to take this girl to the coast I need to
Becky's playing a piece by gershwin on her old piano She's been playing since her childhood, "too long to recall..." But the chords that fall
You're my flesh and blood But we're not the same A common name And now A common distance I looked up to you In your plush armchair Respect or fear I