Joshua Kadison

Well, here I am in Amsterdam as winter waves goodbye...
almost seven in the morning and I'm walking all alone
and the moon's still in the sky.
And I have to laugh just thinking how I've never found a home.
Pillows yes, to lay my head, but I've mostly been alone.

Chorus:
Oh, Amsterdam, can you tell me what kind of man I am?
A walker in the rain, a dancer in the sand, or just an insane music man?
Oh, Amsterdam, I'm barely hanging on by a single strand.
All I really know is I don't understand.
I'm just waking up alone in Amsterdam.

A boy I see in a window there, I can't help looking in.
As someone's arms pull him back to bed, I'm thinking what a fool I've been.
And the moon is trapped in an old canal like a madman in a cell.
And I'm thinking how I'd like to know just one place very well.

Chorus

A cigarette burns itself out in a crushed up co'cola can ashtray.
In front of a busted up old mirror,
Delilah Blue is checking out his tired sachet.
Getting bored or just disappointed with his own reflection
he just waves it all away.
Taking to his good friend Black-Eyed Susan, he says,
"Maybe we should go out West?
Get a tan and fake the rest...
This ol' life is just a test,
just a test anyhow."
Then back to his own reflection he says,
"Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now?"

The night manager of the Stardest Motel is banging louder
on number seven's door, saying,
"If you two queens don't pay up for all last week, you can't stay here no more."
And Delilah laughs as Black-Eyed Susan says, "Silly bitch is such a bore."
In a while they know she'll walk away,
it's just a drunken game she likes to play.
Besides, she knows they always pay.
They always pay somehow.
Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now?

Chorus:
"Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now? What do we do now?
Magnolia memories fill my eyes and the sweet bird of youth done flown away
but don't let anybody ever say
this old dancer never had her day
'cause this old dancer always knew we'd make it through, Delilah Blue."

Delilah's in the bath tub now and it's Black-Eyed Susan's turn to ramble.
"The President of the United States is on TV
tellin' everybody the country's doin' fine.
Well, he must be talkin' 'bout some other country
cause honey, he sure as hell ain't talkin' 'bout mine.
Wish I could strut up to the White House steps in Shirley Temple drag and sing
'Brother can you spare a dime?'
Hey, Miss D, I could always pawn that Jayne Mansfield thing.
How much cash you think that old rag'd bring?
My ruby red dress I used to wear to sing
back when they'd whistle and they'd wow.
Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now?

Chorus

"Does the year 2000 ever scare you 'cause it's comin' up so fast?
This getting older thing seems to be more about just learnin' how to last.
Flippin' through my old phone book, Delilah, all our mad, mad friends...
we were such a cast.
What do I keep this old dog-eared thing for?
Most our friends ain't even here no more.
I'm feeling lonely as a ghost town whore left still standin' up somehow.
Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now?"

With a towel turban on his head,
Delilah Blue appears in the golden aura of bathroom light.
"Tell you a little secret, Susan, I learned a long, long time ago.
It's kept me on my feet all these years, high heels too,
I got the strap marks to show.
You can take it or you can leave it, oh baby, guess I don't really know.
But it seems to me
between the blues we cannot name
and all the rage we try to tame
we're only pawns in our own game
Try not to let it wrinkle your pretty brow."
And just before he cuts the light,
he catches his own reflection in the mirror and smiles at the sight.
"Try not to let it wrinkle your pretty little brow.
Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now?

Chorus x 2

'cause this old dancer thought she knew, we'd make it through,
oh, this old dancer thought she knew, Delilah Blue,
what do we do now?

Neffertiti came out west in a stolen limousine.
Twenty dollars to her name and a walk like you ain't never seen.
She moved into number eight with just a bottle in her hand,
an old radio wrapped up in it's cord and no particular plan.
I watched her in the hallway. She blew me a little kiss
and said, "Hey, baby, what's a boy like you, doin' in a place like this?"

Then she said, "Well, I hate to be the one to have to give you the news,
but this world ain't nothin' but a one way ticket to the blues."

Chorus:
Then she said, "Baby," she said, "Baby...
Baby, can you help me find a soul station on this old radio?
And we can steal us a little salvation if you got no place else to go.
Oh, baby, can you help me find a soul station? I'm feeling kinda low
and if you use your...use your 'magination,
baby, I dance jus' like Brigitte Bardot."

I was sweepin' a warehouse floor 'cross town midnight to eight.
If my ship was ever comin' in, it sure was dockin' late.
Neffertiti was dancin' six nights at a club jut off the strip.
After work we'd meet for breakfast, I'd help her count up all her tips.
She'd stuff some money in my pocket and say, "Baby, go back home.
Now what you tryin' to prove, boy, in this city all alone.

Then she said, "Well, I hate to be the one to have to give you the news,
but this world ain't nothin' but a one way ticket to the blues."

Chorus

Spoken:
She'd say, "Mamma must be worried sick about you."
She'd make me send home letters every... 'bout every month or so.
So I'd be there writing at her kitchen table
and Neffertiti'd be dancin' to the sweet soul music playin' on her radio.

"Mamma wants to rock you, rock you slow,
to the sweet soul music on the radio."

Chorus

Neffertiti came out west in a stolen limousine

Listen to the lambs all a-crying,
listen to the lambs all a-crying,
listen to the lambs all a-crying,
I want to get to heaven when I die.
I want to get to heaven when I die.

Rosie and Pauly in the back alley...
the funniest twosome that you ever did see.
Standing on a trash can, Pauly talks.
If he ain't too drunk and his words are clear
he gives the prettiest sermon you ever did hear
while Rosie wags her tail by the collection box.
When I'm low on inspiration
I go down and join the congregation.

Chorus:
Come on, Pauly, come and save my soul.
Everybody's tryin' but you never do know
and it sure feels good to say, "Amen.
" Come on, Pauly, come and save my soul.
It's driving me crazy and I'm losing control
but you always help me get it back together again.

Neffertiti and the girls are there fanning themselves on Eddie's back stair.
Pauly always sets their souls on fire.
Movin' and shakin' and wavin' their hands,
raisin' their voices to a far-away land,
they start in singing like a great big choir.
With harmonies that sound so sweet
you forget all about the trash beneath your feet.

Chorus

Call him a Messiah,
or just another clown,
but somethin' about the trash can prophet
always leads me to a higher ground.

Chorus

Hey, I didn't mean a thing I said last night.
I swear I didn't mean a word I used.
You don't have to listen, baby. You have every right
to feel that heart of yours has been abused.
I know I've used up all my chances a long, long time ago
and I really don't deserve to call you mine,
but, if I told you that I loved you,
could I lay back down beside you?
Could you take it on faith one more time?

Look at me I'm crying... imagine me crying.
Well, it's time I learned to anyway,
'cause if you're really set on one of us leaving,
I guess there's really nothing left to say.
It seems like such a shame,
but baby, I could never blame you, baby,
for leaving this old story far behind
and if I told that I love you,
could I lay back down beside you?
Could you take it on faith one more time?

I know I promised to you before
I wouldn't do anything to hurt you no more
If I could take it all back and start again...
take it all back well maybe then,
I could tell you that I love you.
I could lay back down beside you.
I could tell you that I love you, lay back down beside you.
If I told you that I love, could I lay back down beside you?
Could you take me on faith one more time?

Waiting in green velvet with a suitcase in her hand,
standing down a ways from the bus stop sign,
looking at the sky, like she was bound for the promised land,
checkin' out her watch like she was losing time.
She was checkin' out her watch like she was losing time.

Chorus:
Thought I heard her talkin' somethin' 'bout
"Rainbow lights, a psychedelic sight, it'll be here soon,
comin' down to fly us all away.
Can't you hear the roar of the distant engines from a far-off moon?
Are you packed and ready for Judgement Day?"

So I just sat there on the bus stop bench awhile
and watched her stare into the sun.
Reminded me what my grandma said when I was just a child,
"That'll hurt your eyes, dear little one,
that'll hurt your eyes, dear little one."

Chorus

The bus pulled up and I got in but the girl didn't even move.
This was not the ride she was waiting for.
The bus driver just shook his head 'cause there's nothing in the world to do
and I waved good-bye through the slowly closing door.
I just waved good-bye through the slowly closing door.

Chorus

In Carolina's eyes I see the ocean.
In Carolina's eyes I see the one for me.
When Carolina's eyes fill with emotion,
I see the better man she makes me wanna be.
And I say, "Oh, Carolina,
you deserve a better man than me."

A warm breeze blowin'
from the sea tonight.
Dreamin' 'bout my Carolina,
prayin' that she's alright.
I'm just a piano man singin' songs
for people I don't know.
Oh, Carolina,
wish you never would've let me go.

In Carolina's eyes I see the ocean.
In Carolina's eyes I see the one for me.
When Carolina's eyes fill with emotion,
I see the better man she makes me wanna be.
And I say, "Oh, Carolina,
you deserve a better man than me.
Sweet, sweet Carolina,
you deserve a better man than me."

Spend my time in cars and planes
and empty hotel rooms.
Yeah, it's a beautiful life,
everyone assumes.
But, I am just a country boy
in a world I don't belong.
Oh, Carolina, tonight,
I'm singin' them your song.

In Carolina's eyes I see the ocean.
In Carolina's eyes I see the one for me.
When Carolina's eyes fill with emotion,
I see the better man she makes me wanna be.
And I say, "Oh, Carolina,
you deserve a better man than me.
Sweet, sweet Carolina,
you deserve a better man than me."

Outside of Albuquerque, about an hour north of there
She's got a house of three little Indians in the middle of nowhere
You wonder where her man went, you wonder if she minds
They've got smiles and healthy tummies, so you guess they're doing fine
She sells jewelry by the roadside, silver beads and things
She can weave a spell upon you with any song she sings

She's a desert flower growing free and wild
Her beauty seems so fragile, fragile as a child
And you want to take her with you, but you know she must remain
So you leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain
Turn yourself into the rain, turn yourself into the rain
You leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain

Her kids were playing leapfrog, jumping in the sand
I pulled my car off the road and parked beside her stand
She asked where I was going so fast and so alone
I told her how love was something I wasn't sure I'd ever known
She said: 'Maybe you never heard the desert sing her song at night
Or maybe you've just been trying much too hard to get it right'

She's a desert flower growing free and wild
Her beauty seems so fragile, fragile as a child
And you want to take her with you, but you know she must remain
So you leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain
Turn yourself into the rain, turn yourself into the rain
You leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain

Waving in my rear-view mirror
Then the next thing that I know
Are the broken lines on a long, black highway
Off to another show

She's a desert flower growing free and wild
Her beauty seems so fragile, fragile as a child
And you want to take her with you, but you know she must remain
So you leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain
Turn yourself into the rain, turn yourself into the rain
You leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain

Once upon a time
In a little Spanish town
There lived a girl who played guitar
They came from all around

She sang of all their laughter
She sang of all their pains
She knew their lives
And wove them into sweet guitar refrains

There were the songs she sang for lovers
There were the songs she sang for the souls departed
There were the songs she sang for dreamers
This is the song she sang for the broken hearted

El Diablo Amor
El Diablo Amor
That ol' devil they call love
Broke another heart again

El Diablo Amor
El Diablo Amor
That ol' devil they call love
Broke another heart again

The way she played the music
The way she sang the tune
In service to the sacred soul
She was a mistress of the moon

There were the songs she sang for lovers
There were the songs she sang for the souls departed
There were the songs she sang for dreamers
This is the song she sang for the broken hearted

El Diablo Amor
El Diablo Amor
That ol' devil they call love
Broke another heart again

El Diablo Amor
El Diablo Amor
That ol' devil they call love
Broke another heart again

El Diablo Amor
El Diablo Amor
That ol' devil they call love
Broke another heart again

El Diablo Amor
El Diablo Amor
That ol' devil they call love
Broke another heart again

Sometimes I wish this world was an easier place
And when I see those tears falling from your face
I pray, little angel, don't give up on yourself
Don't let nothin' get you down
Just keep on reaching for your higher group

If you could only see yourself through my eyes
If I could only help you to realize
That there's a light inside of you
I can see it shinin' all around
Just keep on reaching for your higher ground

Cause I believe in you sure as a smile lights up a child's face
I believe in you sure as the stars do shine in velvet space
I believe in you sure as the morning sun kisses the sky
I believe in you, with every beat of my heart hear me testify
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
Yes, I believe in you

I see you tryin' so hard to be who it is you wanna be
Precious angel, don't you know
You're already everything to me
And though sometimes it seems a cold
Hard rain's tryna keep your visions down
Just keep on reaching for your higher ground

Cause I believe in you sure as a smile lights up a child's face
I believe in you sure as the stars do shine in velvet space
I believe in you sure as the morning sun kisses the sky
I believe in you, with every beat of my heart hear me testify
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe

Oh, I believe in you sure as the autumn leaves
Dance to the ground
I believe in you sure as Heaven
Only knows what spins this world around
I believe in you sure as the spring does melt a winter's snow
I believe in you sure as the light you shine touches my soul
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
Yes, I believe in you

So, please, little angel, don't give up on yourself
Don't let nothin' get you down
Just keep on reaching for your higher ground

Molly's in the attic as the sun goes down
Looking through some boxes for her wedding gown

Now she's standing in the mirror in dusy white
Talking to herself in the rusty light

She says "I've never been to Paris, but I've wanted to go
To see the moon reflecting in the Seine, you know
To climb the Eiffel tower with the city lights sparkling below

Now they're just some tired cliche's
Just some wrinkles that the mirror betray
Singing old woman, old woman what have you done with you days

I've never been to Venice, but my dreams are divine
Riding gondolas under lantern shine
Listening to guitars and sipping sweet Italian wine

Now they're just some tired cliche's
Just some wrinkles that the mirror betray
Singing old woman, old woman what have you done with you days

I was a wife
I raised a child
But in my dreams I still go running wild
It's a good life
I see my friends
But can this be how all my dreaming ends?

I've never seen Morokko, but the things I had planned
To savour all the spices in that faraway land
To buy a silk sarong and wear it dancing in the sand

Now they're just some tired cliche's
Just some wrinkles that the mirror betray
Singing old woman, old woman what have you done with you days
Old woman, old woman what have you done with your days
Old woman, old woman what have you done with your days

The moon ain't made of cheese you'd say
So find your own truths along the way
But Santa Claus and his magic sleigh
Had to be you in the rain that day

The Super Heroes on TV
Saturday's we'd pretend to be
You'd say: 'Boys, well it seems to me
You're the best heroes this world will ever see
You're the best heroes this world will ever see'

And after all is said and done
And my battles for independence won
I'm proud to say that I'm my father's son
And after all is said and done
And my battles for independence won
Hear me you old sly son-of-a-gun
I'm proud to say that I'm my father's son

A fool thinks he ain't bought and sold
'Cause every man sells a bit of his soul
To bring his family home some gold
Before he knows he's gotten hold

You boys are not baseball stars
You never got that fleet of fancy cars
And Mama left you for the distant stars
But you never showed your battle scars
You never did like to show your battle scars
And after all is said and done
And my battles for independence won
I'm proud to say that I'm my father's son
And after all is said and done
And my battles for independence won
Hear me you old sly son-of-a-gun
I'm proud to say that I'm my father's son

You made mistakes, but you made 'em well
You got up each time you fell
You paid your price and you lived some hell
But didn't it make for tales to tell

We learned to laugh, we learned to bend
We learned the lessons never end
And I'm the luckiest fool who's been
To be your son and to get to call you friend
To get to be your son and to call you my best friend

And after all is said and done
And my battles for independence won
I'm proud to say that I'm my father's son
And after all is said and done
And my battles for independence won
Hear me you old sly son-of-a-gun
I'm proud to say that I'm my father's son
I'm proud to say that I'm my father's son

Hey, Sebastian, don't be blue
It ain't up to you
Sometimes this world just has a way of goin' astray
And hey, Sebastian, look around
It's a crazy lost and found
We're all tryin' to find a place in this human race to shine
Everybody wants to shine
And brother mine, the way you shine is something to behold
Has anybody ever told you, Sebastian
When you shine you shine like gold
When you shine you shine like gold

Oh, brother, brother, my little brother
I can't save you from this world any more
Than I can save myself
Oh, brother, brother, my little brother
No, I can't save you from this world any more
Than I can save myself
Sebastian, don't be blue
Though sometimes it may seem this world ain't made
Ah, for the likes of you
Sometimes it will seem this world ain't made
Ah, for the likes of you

Hey, Sebastian, don't be blue
It ain't up to you
Sometimes this world just has a way of goin' astray
And hey, Sebastian, look around
It's a great big lost and found
You're just tryin' to find a place in this human race to shine
Sebastian, everybody wants to shine
And brother mine, the way you shine is something to behold
Has anybody ever told you, Sebastian
When you shine you shine like gold
You shine like gold
When you shine you shine like gold

Oh, brother, brother, my little brother
I can't save you from this world any more
Than I can save myself
Oh, brother, brother, my little brother
No, I can't save you from this world any more
Than I can save myself, mmm
Sebastian, don't be blue
Though sometimes it will seem this world ain't made
For the likes of you
Sebastian, sometimes it will seem this world ain't made
For the likes of you

Little brother mine, the way you shine is something to behold
And have I ever told you, Sebastian
When you shine you shine like gold
You shine like gold
When you shine you shine like gold
You shine like gold
When you shine you shine like gold
You shine like gold
When you shine you shine like gold
And you shine like gold
And when you shine you shine like gold

May the roads in your gypsy soul
Lead you to a higher ground
Kindred pilgrim, my kindred pilgrim
'Till what you seek is found

I see you now wandering through this world
And how you seem to me
Like a grounded angel
Remembering the sky and trying to be free

So fly on, fly on
Fly on little angel fly away
It's time to spread your wings
Fly on, fly on
Fly on little angel fly away
I pray for you for beautiful things

So fly on fly on
Fly on little angel fly away
It's time to spread your wings
Fly on, fly on
Fly on little angel fly away
I pray for you only beautiful things

In Carolina's eyes I see the ocean.
In Carolina's eyes I see the one for me.
When Carolina's eyes fill with emotion,
I see the better man she makes me wanna be.
And I say, "Oh, Carolina,
you deserve a better man than me."

A warm breeze blowin'
from the sea tonight.
Dreamin' 'bout my Carolina,
prayin' that she's alright.
I'm just a piano man singin' songs
for people I don't know.
Oh, Carolina,
wish you never would've let me go.

In Carolina's eyes I see the ocean.
In Carolina's eyes I see the one for me.
When Carolina's eyes fill with emotion,
I see the better man she makes me wanna be.
And I say, "Oh, Carolina,
you deserve a better man than me.
Sweet, sweet Carolina,
you deserve a better man than me."

Spend my time in cars and planes
and empty hotel rooms.
Yeah, it's a beautiful life,
everyone assumes.
But, I am just a country boy
in a world I don't belong.
Oh, Carolina, tonight,
I'm singin' them your song.

In Carolina's eyes I see the ocean.
In Carolina's eyes I see the one for me.
When Carolina's eyes fill with emotion,
I see the better man she makes me wanna be.
And I say, "Oh, Carolina,
you deserve a better man than me.
Sweet, sweet Carolina,
you deserve a better man than me."

In Carolina's eyes I see the ocean.
In Carolina's eyes I see the one for me.
When Carolina's eyes fill with emotion,
I see the better man she makes me wanna be.
And I say, "Oh, Carolina,
you deserve a better man than me."

A warm breeze blowin'
from the sea tonight.
Dreamin' 'bout my Carolina,
prayin' that she's alright.
I'm just a piano man singin' songs
for people I don't know.
Oh, Carolina,
wish you never would've let me go.

In Carolina's eyes I see the ocean.
In Carolina's eyes I see the one for me.
When Carolina's eyes fill with emotion,
I see the better man she makes me wanna be.
And I say, "Oh, Carolina,
you deserve a better man than me.
Sweet, sweet Carolina,
you deserve a better man than me."

Spend my time in cars and planes
and empty hotel rooms.
Yeah, it's a beautiful life,
everyone assumes.
But, I am just a country boy
in a world I don't belong.
Oh, Carolina, tonight,
I'm singin' them your song.

In Carolina's eyes I see the ocean.
In Carolina's eyes I see the one for me.
When Carolina's eyes fill with emotion,
I see the better man she makes me wanna be.
And I say, "Oh, Carolina,
you deserve a better man than me.
Sweet, sweet Carolina,
you deserve a better man than me."

The moon ain't made of cheese you'd say
So find your own truths along the way
But Santa Claus and his magic sleigh
Had to be you in the rain that day

The Super Heroes on TV
Saturday's we'd pretend to be
You'd say: 'Boys, well it seems to me
You're the best heroes this world will ever see
You're the best heroes this world will ever see'

And after all is said and done
And my battles for independence won
I'm proud to say that I'm my father's son
And after all is said and done
And my battles for independence won
Hear me you old sly son-of-a-gun
I'm proud to say that I'm my father's son

A fool thinks he ain't bought and sold
'Cause every man sells a bit of his soul
To bring his family home some gold
Before he knows he's gotten hold

You boys are not baseball stars
You never got that fleet of fancy cars
And Mama left you for the distant stars
But you never showed your battle scars
You never did like to show your battle scars
And after all is said and done
And my battles for independence won
I'm proud to say that I'm my father's son
And after all is said and done
And my battles for independence won
Hear me you old sly son-of-a-gun
I'm proud to say that I'm my father's son

You made mistakes, but you made 'em well
You got up each time you fell
You paid your price and you lived some hell
But didn't it make for tales to tell

We learned to laugh, we learned to bend
We learned the lessons never end
And I'm the luckiest fool who's been
To be your son and to get to call you friend
To get to be your son and to call you my best friend

And after all is said and done
And my battles for independence won
I'm proud to say that I'm my father's son
And after all is said and done
And my battles for independence won
Hear me you old sly son-of-a-gun
I'm proud to say that I'm my father's son
I'm proud to say that I'm my father's son

Going back to a tender age,
so full of confusion and rage,
Daddy says, "Boys, your Mama's gone."
There's a hand on your shoulder as you're throwing dirt,
someone says, "Time heals the hurt.
Little man, you got to keep on keepin' on,"
but all you want is Mama's arms.

You ride back home in a limosine,
the saddest car that you've ever seen,
your brother can not look you in the eye.
Lightning strikes, thunder roars,
an early winter in that heart of yours,
but you swear you won't let them see you cry
'cause all you want is Mama's arms.

The neighbors come and bring you pies,
endless words and futile sighs,
and you run up to your room and lock the door.
And there you are in your Sunday best,
the way your Mama would have had you dressed
and you realize it doesn't matter anymore
'cause all you want is Mama's arms.

'Round and 'round and 'round it goes.
The seasons change the young boy grows
to understand it's all part of some plan.
You used to wonder what it's all about.
Now those are questions you can do without.
You laugh them off and do the best you can
but all you want is Mama's arms.
All you want is Mama's arms.

Tangled in the sheets of a motel bed.
Samantha paints her toenails cherry red.
And she asks me if she can paint mine too, and I say
'Samantha, anything for you.'

And through the tinny speakers of an ancient radio
the All Night Love Line begins another show.
And the callers call in, but the thing that's so strange,
it's all the same story, just the voices that change on


Beau's All Night Radio Love Line,
the show for hearts in despair.
If you got somethin' to say to a love that got away,
Beau wants to put you on the air.


The shadows from the headlights of a passing car
turn Samantha's smile into film noir,
and she says, 'Don't get me wrong about you and me,
I just can't figure out what we're supposed to be.

You're my peace of mind
In this crazy world
You're everything I've tried to find
Your love is a pearl
You're my Mona Lisa, you're my rainbow skies
And my only prayer is that you realize
You'll always be beautiful in my eyes

The world will turn
And the seasons will change
And all the lessons we will learn
Will be beautiful and strange
We'll have our fill of tears, our share of sighs
My only prayer is that you realize
You'll always be beautiful in my eyes

You will always be - beautiful in my eyes
And the passing years will show
That you will always grow ever more beautiful in my eyes.

There are lines upon my face
From a lifetime of smiles
When the time comes to embrace
For one long last while
We can laugh about, how time really flies
We won't say goodbye 'cause true love never dies
You'll always be beautiful in my eyes

You will always be - beautiful in my eyes
And the passing years will show
That you will always grow ever more beautiful in my eyes
The passing years will show
That you will always grow ever more beautiful in my eyes.

When all my dreams are fallin' on stony ground
and I start wonderin' why I'm even around,
can't find the sunshine anywhere,
Jessie puts her arms around me and runs her fingers through my hair.

And Jessie sings soft as the Georgia rain
coming down easy on a windowpane.
And Jessie sings warm as a late night summer breeze
hummin' some faraway tune to the willow trees.
And life is everything God meant it to be
when Jessie's singing soft as the Georgia rain to me.


She calls me angel and says, 'Let me dry your eyes.
You mean by now you still don't realize
that everything I want is what I got,
so angel stop your thinkin' 'bout all the things your not.'


And Jessie sings soft as the Georgia rain
coming down easy on a windowpane.
Jessie sings warm as a late night summer breeze
hummin' some faraway tune to the willow trees.
And life is everything God meant it to be
when Jessie's singing soft as the Georgia rain to me.


There's a trailer by the sea down in Mexico.
We dreamt a lot about it but we never did go.
Some dreams are better from afar, that's just how things are.
And everything's all right 'cause Jessie's singing me to sleep tonight.
Jessie's singing me to sleep tonight.


And Jessie sings soft as the Georgia rain
coming down easy on a windowpane.
Jessie sings warm as a late night summer breeze
hummin' some faraway tune to the willow trees.
And life is everything God meant it to be
when Jessie's singing soft as the Georgia rain to me,
when Jessie's singing soft as the Georgia rain to me.

Woke up this morning with a funny feeling,
wasn't really sure what it was all about.
But it felt like I was disappearing,
so I ran to the mirror to check it out.
I said, 'Here I am, here I am, here I am
...but why do I feel like the invisible man?'

I stumbled back into the bedroom,
and stared out at the rising sun.
Then I heard myself shout out the window,
not really talking to anyone.
I yelled, 'Here I am, here I am, here I am
...but why do I feel like the invisible man?'


Lights went on, people started yelling,
'Will the crazy man go back to bed.'
And there I was, laughing out my window,
feeling much better now, somebody heard what I said.


Well it's no big thing, no revelation,
no answer to these lives we lead.
But I think I do know one thing;
Sometimes I think we all need to say;
'Here I am, here I am, here I am,'
when life makes us feel like the invisible man.


Lights went on, people started yelling,
'Will the crazy man go back to bed.'
And there I was, laughing out my window,
feeling much better now, somebody heard what I said.


Woke up this morning with a funny feeling,
wasn't really sure what it was all about.
But it felt like I was disappearing,
so I ran to the mirror to check it out.
I said, 'Here I am, here I am, here I am
...but sometimes I feel like the invisible,
here I am, here I am, here I am
...but why do I feel like the invisible man

From a phone booth in Vegas, Jessie calls at 5 A.M.
to tell me how she's tired of all of them.
She says, "Baby, I been thinking 'bout a trailer by the sea.
We could go to Mexico... you, the cat and me.
We'll drink tequila and look for sea shells.
Now, doesn't that sound sweet?"
Oh, Jessie, you always do this every time I get back on my feet.

Jessie paint your pictures 'bout how it's gonna be.
By now I should know better, your dreams are never free.
But tell me all about our little trailer by the sea;
Jessie you can always sell any dream to me.
Oh, Jessie, you can always sell any dream to me.

She asks me how the cat's been. I say, "Moses he's just fine
but he used to think about you all the time.
We finally took your pictures down off the wall.
Oh, Jessie, how do you always seem to know just when to call?"
She says, "Get your stuff together. Bring Moses and drive real fast."
And I listen to her promise, "I swear to God this time it's gonna
last."

Jessie paint your pictures 'bout how it's gonna be.
By now I should know better, your dreams are never free.
But tell me all about our little trailer by the sea;
Jessie you can always sell any dream to me.
Oh, Jessie, you can always sell any dream to me.

I'll love you in the sunshine, lay you down in the warm white sand.
And who knows, maybe this time things'll turn out just the way you
planned.

Jessie paint your pictures 'bout how it's gonna be.
By now I should know better, your dreams are never free.
But tell me all about our little trailer by the sea;
Jessie you can always sell any dream to me.
Oh, Jessie, you can always sell any dream to me.

Going back to a tender age,
so full of confusion and rage,
Daddy says, 'Boys, your Mama's gone.'
There's a hand on your shoulder as you're throwing dirt,
someone says, 'Time heals the hurt.
Little man, you got to keep on keepin' on,'
but all you want is Mama's arms.

You ride back home in a limosine,
the saddest car that you've ever seen,
your brother can not look you in the eye.
Lightning strikes, thunder roars,
an early winter in that heart of yours,
but you swear you won't let them see you cry
'cause all you want is Mama's arms.


The neighbors come and bring you pies,
endless words and futile sighs,
and you run up to your room and lock the door.
And there you are in your Sunday best,
the way your Mama would have had you dressed
and you realize it doesn't matter anymore
'cause all you want is Mama's arms.


'Round and 'round and 'round it goes.
The seasons change the young boy grows
to understand it's all part of some plan.
You used to wonder what it's all about.
Now those are questions you can do without.
You laugh them off and do the best you can
but all you want is Mama's arms.
All you want is Mama's arms.

He tells her, 'I want to paint you naked on a big brass bed
with bright orange poppies all around your head.'
And she says, 'Crazy old man, I'm not young anymore.'
'That's all right,' he whispers, 'I've never painted before.

'Do you love me Lady Jane, Lady Jane?
Do you love me Lady Jane, Lady Jane?
You got me talkin' to the moon, you got me walkin' in the rain.
Do you love me, do you love me Lady Jane?'


'I want to read your tea leaves by candle light.
On a fat velvet sofa, I want to be with you all night.
I want to tickle your feet with a peacock plume.'
And she says, 'Can you talk a little softer, there are people in the room.'


'Do you love me Lady Jane, Lady Jane?
Do you love me Lady Jane, Lady Jane?
You got me talkin' to the moon, you got me walkin' in the rain.
Do you love me, do you love me Lady Jane?'


And Jane says, 'My children brought me here and promised me they'd call.
You know kids forget that's just the way of it all.'
And he says, 'Well, that makes us both footloose and fancy free,
so Jane do you want to come see the Painted Desert with me?


'Do you love me Lady Jane, Lady Jane?
Do you love me Lady Jane, Lady Jane?
You got me talkin' to the moon, you got me walkin' in the rain.
Do you love me, do you love me Lady Jane?'

I'm the piano player down at Eddie's bar,
and Rachel she's the waitress who wants to be a star.
She swears she's gonna make it, make it big someday,
and she'll send me picture postcards from L.A.

When it's time for closing, I play while Rachel cleans.
She listens to my music, I listen to her dreams.
She swears she's gonna make it, she's going all the way
and I say, 'Send me picture postcards from L.A.


'Send me postcards from L.A. signed with love forevermore.
Picture postcards from L.A. to hang on my refrigerator door.
Rachel, if you find me one, I'd love a picture of the California sun'


When Rachel shares my pillow she always asks me things
like do I really think she's pretty, do I like the way she sings?
I don't know how to answer, so I always smile and say,
I say, 'Send me picture postcards from L.A.


'Send me postcards from L.A. signed with love forevermore.
Picture postcards from L.A. to hang on my refrigerator door.
Rachel, if you find me one, I'd love a picture of the California sun'


Sometimes Rachel stands up in the middle of the bar
and does a scene from the late show.
We all clap our hands as she puts her apron on
and says, 'Next week, I'm gonna go.'


She'll even buy a ticket and pack her things to leave.
Though we all know the story we pretend that we believe.
But something always comes up, something always makes her stay.
And still no picture postcards from L.A.


'Send me postcards from L.A. signed with love forevermore.
Picture postcards from L.A. to hang on my refrigerator door.
Rachel, if you find me one, I'd love a picture of the California sun'


I'm the piano player down at Eddie's bar,
and Rachel she's the waitress who wants to be a star.

When a woman cries, when a woman cries,
she can wash your world away.
When storms fill her eyes, when storms fill her eyes,
you never know just what to say.

Don't say a word, don't say anything.
She don't need your truth or lies.
Just hold her close and love her
when a woman cries.


When a woman cries, when a woman cries,
there is no sadder song.
So you apologize, you apologize,
even if you don't know what you've done wrong.


But if you really want to make her happy,
to stop her sobbing and her sighs,
just hold her close and love her
when a woman cries.


Now don't you waste your time thinking
'bout the right thing to say.
Just put your arms around her
'til the clouds roll away


When a woman cries, when a woman cries,
she can tear your dreams apart.
When storms fill her eyes, when storms fill her eyes,
it can break a... break a man's heart.


And if you find that you are crying too,
don't let it come as no surprise
Just hold her close and love her
when your woman cries.