back where I used to be But I'm racin' with your memory Drivin' and a-cryin', drivin' and a-cryin' Drivin' and a-cryin' Oh cryin', cryin', cryin', cryin
I saw two people kissing on the street today Holding hands and promising there'd be no end I saw two people hugging on the street today As if there would
I'm travelin' hard to get back home It's a long way from where I'm goin' You took my word and pounded away Wrote it in the sand that you felt the same
One rust morning Heading north One hundred miles Turn the morning See the wonder An endless flightright Together weathered Standing proud Are you falling
Keep running Keep hiding I'll find you Wherever you may be I lost it You found it Give it back to me Give it back to me Seven years ago I figured to
What's new what's goin' through Bored with the American holstered blues Peace signs on just about everything Don't know where to turn or what they say
Office workers 9 to 5 They just don't realize That selling flowers on the corner Ain't some kind of strange disorder Call me hippie, call me freak But
Here is the lyrics to Check your Tears at the Door: All my friends are crying, but do they cry for me? For I'm standing at the pearly gates, With centuries
I want you to want me I want you to know What it is that I've got here What I'm looking for Down on the outside He knows you're out there Something from
I know it's hard to understand right now After all you've been through somehow These four words might not mean a thing But as time passes I think you'
i»?Drivin ?N? Cryin Indian Song I am an indian I?ve been travelin through your highways and your byways I found
The best I can hear - I have chronic lyricosis. -I can tell you things that I have never told no one. -I can sing you songs that I have never sung [no
Stay down a pouch and look up to the sky I'm gonna reach up to the night for Madonna for the light I'm gonna bring it downtown to show you how to go I
Feel the southern breezes and the southern wind Blowin' down around on the bend D'Agostino's late last night I saw a boy fifteen on the road With nothing
Catch the wind, until it blows It never laughs it never shows Carries thoughts, around the world Tornado lanes, hurricanes Southern breezes, northern
Well, the hobo's watch stopped at five o'clock, I feel I'll never find him Oh Dear John, where are you? I know you're out there somewhere Well I got a
Cool hearted love, turnin' around You brought me to the move You were sure to turn them down Your streets are filled Confused again, which one is your
Well I'm out of work I'm out of hope Of what should be of thee I spoke Good times for the undeserved Bad times for the ones who work I said poor man,
