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Off to the airport to check in the bags. Proud of my suntan, good times I've had. Laying on beaches and writing out cards. Back to the humdrum and bashing out cars Into the aircraft, I look for my
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She's been good to me and her aim is plain. With an open mind and a tender way. As she looks through boxes of secondhand clothes. She's a first class person as her best friend knows She's been good
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Hey, in the corner by the D. J. unit. The flag of beauty my eyes salute it. She likes love by luck or labor. She likes love but not for favor Can't hold on. No I can't hold on She keeps her lips
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(difford/tilbrook) There's no tomorrow. When you feel sorrow,. There's just the evening. There's just the night,. To drink the feelings. Right out the ceiling. There's no tomorrow, now there's t
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She's independent, she's a modern woman. She needs no prompting on her should and shouldn't. It's always bosses, who wish that she wouldn't Files in the cabinet, so neatly numerical. Makes all the
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(difford/tilbrook) Funny words I cannot read. Trams and boats where strauss is street. Milky way and far out looks. On your bike and anne frank books. Down the disco it's clockworktime. Where's t
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I've come across the desert. To greet you with a smile. My camel looks so tired. It's hardly worth my while. To tell you of my travels. Across the golden east. I see your preparations. Invite m
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There are planes coming in and there's planes going out. One piece of luggage goes around and round. A lady cleans the floors, a night guard checks his watch. There's two lonely faces and one of th
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(wilkinson). . To be running so far away. To rely on the perfect stranger. True colours they suffer with age. One look at the storm and fly straight on in. To the rain and thunder. Fool lover s
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(difford/tilbrook). . I've come across the desert. To greet you with a smile. My camel looks so tired. It's hardly worth my while. To tell you of my travels. Across the golden east. I see your
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The cigarette of a single man. Burns in the ashtray by his bed. He pulls the ring of another can. And holds it up beside his head. The book he reads is on the floor. Hes read it several times bef
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When daylight appears through a crack in the curtain. I'm laying in bed, staring up at the skirting. I'm alone in my room but someone is turning the key in the door And I wake up to find it's still
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I got nosy and I read her letters. I read her diary. It's the same story and nothing better. The words remind me of someone else's heart. Has gone and left a mark And the pop music plays on the lo
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The full moon's glowing. Blood red in the sky. It hangs like fire. On this winter's night. I sit on feelings. That hang in suspense. Nothing in my life makes sense. A question mark hangs with t
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Across the ocean she's been waiting to hear. If love's a secret to all the things she fears. Was it tiptoe around my pillow talk?. There'll come the only boy she had with any thought My heart prete
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(difford/tilbrook). . Everybody's dancing. To the farfisa beat. All the girls are crazy. Acting out the heat. Tie and shirts and cufflinks. Well that's pretty neat. Flash flash mirror ball. S
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Up in the morning, politely yawning. There's frost on the roof of the car First cigarette puffs, gold links in my cuffs. Egg on the shirt of my heart Fingerprints in the dust with my name. Squint m
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Pacing through the flickering light. A velvet patch upon his eye. His pacing creaks the floorboards loose. As he tailors his thoughts for the truth around truths. But his butler keeps eyes through
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The head of a hunt on the wall by a painting. An upright piano stood locked by the door. In through the window the light was fast fading. While I spilt my whiskey all over the floor Making a mess o
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(Difford/Tilbrook). . The Indians send signals. From the rocks above the pass. The cowboys take positions. In the bushes and the grass. The squaw is with the Corporal. She is tied against the t
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When the hangover strikes. And I open my post and the coffee is on And I'm burning my toast, I let the battle commence. I see a sun in the trees and a draught at the door. With my head in my lap, t
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(difford/tilbrook). . I've come across the desert. To greet you with a smile. My camel looks so tired. It's hardly worth my while. To tell you of my travels. Across the golden east. I see your
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Like trying to knock down pins with marbles in my hand. She wouldn't take a "Hi" from me, the average man. Funny what money can do to people. But she had a light that had sparked up her evil Trying
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(difford/tilbrook) We talk about each other. On our wrap around couch,. And live out all the romance. In our little town house. I never fit the shower. And she never sews the threads,. And so we
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(difford/tilbrook). . I've come across the desert. To greet you with a smile. My camel looks so tired. It's hardly worth my while. To tell you of my travels. Across the golden east. I see your
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Time is a corridor that winds through my life. (Out of each door comes a day). And when that door closes and I've said good night. (Another door opens again) Down in the corridor there will be a ti
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I can't get up anymore, my heart ticks so slow. There's nothing to do, I'm picking my nose. I'm counting the days that you have been gone. My heart went to jail, my love's out of song I can't get u
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I'm always touching myself. I've got nothing else to do. And when I'm touching myself. I'm always thinking of you Touching me, touching you. I've got nothing else to do Touching, touching you. To
