Make sure your baby?s well tucked in a blanket in the basket of a back seat of a wagon that don?t run on air if you can?t afford the fuel, pray you get
Hey man. . . why save that hardship for the older you? take it on now upon the younger you don?t be afraid when you fear your courage has been mislaid
(by Rainer Ptacek) Days turn into afternoons Afternoons turn into weeks Pretty soon another year is gone Still you ain?t got yourself no peace What?s
Are you searching for a situation with a less hurting affiliation do you so feel it when you can?t believe your eyes {CHORUS} welcome to paradise, paradise
(by Rainer Ptacek) somebody I know taught me without even teaching the way it was then, not like it is now it even rained more often I remember the farm
Would I be awakened where the wrong side renders? would I be a dangling toward demise? forgetting about the innocent splendors? and rage blinding my eyes
Well, welcome to the season of suspicion and what not where the only reason is based on why not maybe your bank account is not a high enough amount just
Young girl, don't cry I'll be right here when your world starts to fall Young girl, it's all right Your tears will dry, you'll soon be free to fly When
Well the soul rides somewhere inside cause the body is a boat and maybe mistakes were only made to make but you better make a note land ho, land ho, land
(by Rainer Ptacek) Oh my worried spirits oh my troubled mind woke me up late last night just to tell me I wasn?t trying what do you think I?m going to
Things could have been better they sure could not have gotten much worse when there were tears out in the alley and laughter waiting out front in the
Got to go now there is still so much left behind not ready to go but already out of time {CHORUS} that?s the chore here the chore of enchantment one of
?hello darlin? ? {chorus} Rectify my little lover Rectify my little girl Damned if I discover you don?t mean all the world ?you don?t mean all the world
the wind here turns the skin to leather and this somehow makes him feel better wraps up his twisted infrastructure and the non expire of his desire to
The considerate morning burns off the treacherous dark and you celebrate that spangle and spark scattering the ashes made from such a blazing bright might
Did the white one think you?re black And the black one thinks you?re white The country man thinks your rock And the rockers say you?re just not right {
Does the white one think you?re black And the black one thinks you?re white The country man thinks your wrong And the rockers say you?re just not right
did you ever have one of these days when you love the town you live in and that which doubles for the devil is only powder in the big wind did you ever
