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beauty where to find it can쨔t be far beauty where you hiding tell me, I쨔ll go where you are
maybe martha was right when she said beauty colors the face of the dead it made me wish we were back in our beds sleeping soundly our cheeks blushing red
beauty where to find it can쨔t be far beauty where you hiding tell me, I쨔ll go where you are
Ocos every tear your silly eye bleeds well never fear, you never may see worse than this I want to find a beautiful place but maybe I forgot about today, now, here
beauty where to find it can쨔t be far beauty where you hiding tell me, I쨔ll go where you are
On a childhood highway through a night alone I was barely breathing, I was crawling home Well it's not quite London or the south of France Or an Asian island or a second chance
Going back to Nashville, thinking about the whole thing Guess you gotta run sometimes Maybe I'm a fast train rolling down a mountain Watching all my life go by
You're a distant memory, you're an exit sign I was talking crazy on the driver's side And I know I hurt you but I can't confess Was that blood or a wine stain on your wedding dress?
Going back to Nashville, thinking about the whole thing Guess you gotta run sometimes Maybe I'm a fast train rolling down a mountain Watching all my life go by
Going back to Nashville, laughing at a bad break What's the use in wondering why? Baby, I'm a storm front blowing through the valley Tearing up a good July
And it's safe and warm where nothing ever happens Would it be so hard to realign a star or two? Change a southern night for you
Well it's not quite evening and it's not New York There's a scar in the blue sky by the old airport And I'm talking crazy on the driver's side I will always love you like a long goodbye
You might see himStumbling out the front doorCrashing 'round the cornerMaybe gone for goodAnd you might see himSitting in a dark roomLike he never knew youAnd never wanted toHe might be walking on waterHe might be floating through airBut through the darkest remindersHe will be hoping you're thereYou might hear himBegging for forgivenessDishing out some nonsenseThat only brings you downAnd you might hear himSinging like his motherA distant little numberThat barely makes a soundHe might be walking on waterHe might be floating through airBut through the darkest remindersHe will be hoping you're thereAnd you might see himCreeping in your bedroomTrying not to wake youIn the middle of JulyAnd you might see himPulling back the coversHoping that you're still thereAnd hanging on for life
So I'm calling you up on a very small phone I'm in the middle of nowhere, Population of one Indiana's the wrong place to be stuck in a car I'm the king of the highway, baby; Let me conquer your heart
Come on sugar, just say I love you You're out riding those concrete canyons You don't know what it means to miss you I'm still driving through Indiana
So you wanted some tales of my wild exploits I had a couple of drinks in Cincy And some drugs in Detroit Then a guy in Chicago said I sing like a girl So I bought him a round and thanked him; What else could I do?
Come on sugar, just say I love you You're out riding those concrete canyons You don't know what it means to miss you I'm still driving through Indiana
Say hello to your friends, Guess we'll call it a night I'm pulling off at a truck stop, It's a glamorous life Indiana's the wrong place To be breaking apart On a road that goes on forever, Like a hole in your heart
Come on sugar, just say I love you You're out riding those concrete canyons You don't know what it means to miss you I'm still driving through Indiana
Heartbreak at childbirth, The natural defense I lay there beside her And came to my sense Well heaven was healthy But leaving was hell The women beside me would know
So she took the lead As I skipped off behind Into a forest of ladies divine A sweet piece of ass and A hat for my head Whatever made sense at the time
And I was asleep When the lord showed his worth I jumped down the well Where the water was heard If all fallen angels must climb back to earth Send down a bucket of girls
Diving for pearls, I ran out of air Swam through the world of bosoms and hair Pristine she was, but weren't they all Mercy, what god gave a girl
What's there to fear in the curl of a lip The lamp lights the shoulder And spills down the hip South of Virginia the toes painted red The glory of flowers in bloom
And I was asleep When the lord showed his worth I jumped down the well Where the water was heard If all fallen angels must climb back to earth Send down a bucket of girls
How did we ever end up hereStuck in my old hometownShuffling our cards at the breakfast table,Watching the world go 'roundWell baby you look like a princessWrapped in my old bathrobeTorn from a page in a paperback still waiting to unfoldAnd it's true I've been waiting on an angel in disguiseSo could you save me from an ordinary lifeWhere you can't be a kid in a candy storeSmacking your lips 'cause you still want moreI tried to be good but I'm still so bored tonightAnd I just don't care for ordinary lifeHow do we get back to KingstonParis and Tokyo BayI've got a card with a number on it itching to pay your wayAnd it's true we can't quite afford the sparkle in my eyeBut would you trade it for an ordinary lifeWhere you can't be the chick I was cruising forShaking your hips on a big dance floorYou tried to be good but you're still so bored tonight'Cause you just don't care for ordinary lifeAnd it's true I've been waiting on an angel in disguiseBut could you save me from an ordinary lifeWhere you can't be a kid in a candy storeSmacking your lips 'cause you still want moreI tried to be good but I'm still so bored tonightAnd I just don't care for ordinary life
Well midnight has faded to morning The city can't keep you with me 'Cause this is an island of vagabonds A stop on the way to be free
But this is the wrong time for metaphors You like my one-liners best So take the Queensboro Bridge to the airport I'll stay and settle for less
Well sweet baby Jesus is watching you From his bed at the big corner church And he knows the highs that you took me to 'Cause he knows the way that it hurts
But this is the wrong time for saying prayers A kiss at the taxi will do And if the Queensboro Bridge never gets you there I'll be here waiting for you
You're a beautiful sight over east river lights And I'm losing you You're a dream taking flight in a pink morning sky Yeah you're coming true
And this is the wrong time for saying prayers A kiss at the taxi will do But if the Queensboro Bridge never gets you there I'll be here waiting for you
Yeah if the Queensboro Bridge never gets you there I'll still be waiting for you
Tom, get your plane right on time I know your part'll go fine Fly down to Mexico here I am The only living boy in New York Well I get the news I need on the weather report Oh I can gather all the news I need on the weather report Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile and here I am The only living boy in New York Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where we don't know where Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where we don't know where Half of the time we're gone we don't know where we don't know where Tom, get your plane right on time I know you've been eager to fly now Hey let your honesty shine shine shine Like it shines on me The only living boy in New York The only living boy in New York
When you gonna leave me alone Wake up and get on with your life When you gonna pick up the phone Can't you see I'm lonely tonight Stranded out on Venus again Waiting for the TV to speak Where are all my beautiful friends Toasting off my beautiful week
Would you throw me a rope if I asked you to dance Swallow me whole if I gave you the chance, oh yeah Somewhere in space there's a start and an end Show me the way 'cause I'm stranded on Venus again On Venus again
Strolling down the length of La Brea Searching for my angels with spoons Holding out the length of the day here Praying for the light of the moon
Would throw me a rope if I asked you to dance... Hung out by the neon lights Well maybe I'm wrong for thinking I'm right Hello, California Can't you see I'm lonely tonight
Would you throw me a rope if I asked you to dance...
