They're writing songs of love, but not for me. A lucky star's above, but not for me. With love to lead the way. I've found more clouds of gray. Than any Russian play could guarantee I was a fool
. For assistance every day. Now that their tribulation so sad. Now that their environment so bad. High rise concrete. No back yard for their children to play. African children. I wonder do they know
lookin' out for number one. Ain't no time for two? Ya' losin' all ya' won. If ya' hide yer feeling-Get none in return. If ya' gettin lonely-Friends ya' gotta earn. I been waitin' on an angel to set me
Well, the rain was a falling. And the ground turned to mud. I was watching all the people. Running from the flood. So I started to prayin. Though I ain't no prayin man. For the Lord to come a
failing I feel like I've been living in. A city with no children in it. A garden left for ruin by a millionaire inside. Of a private prison You never trust a millionaire. Quoting the sermon on the mount
The songs they're playin' that we both romanced to. Those lovely songs we stayed up late and danced to. They taught me where my heart belongs. These are the songs I love! The tender melodies we
Desperation samba (halloween in tijuana). By jimmy buffett, will jennings, timothy B. Schmit. 1985. This song brings to mind two things. First, an image of robert mitchum. Standing in the
have been sold. We've traveled around the world and we're still roaming. Soon we'll be 30 years old. I'm still learning about life. My woman brought childrenfor me. So I can sing them all my songs. And
Snow is fallin'. All around me. Children playin'. Having fun. It's the season. Love and understanding. Merry Christmas everyone Time for parties. And celebrations. People dancin'. All night