If I wasn't singin', I wouldn't know where to go. I'd tell the doctor I don't want to live no more. And he told me Boy, life aint chess. Well thank
We live our lives as pinwheels. Spinning with the wind at our heels. Life spins in moderation. Every moment in circulation. To live or to die we all
Little golden gloves hang down your neck. I have all your pictures on my wall. You've taken them all. Captured signs of lonliness in your life. You know
I've been sleeping by a sidewalk, on a fire escape, and the smell of rotten chinese food, is keeping me awake. Cause across the street a vendor sells
If we lived next door, I'd tell you that I love you. I would paint a map and paste it high above you. And I'll tell you why I am so glad to be alive
