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Smaller Chairs for the Early 1900s (Moneen) · Smaller Chairs for the Early 1900s (Moneen) · Is This Room Getting Smaller? (Onesidezero) · Smaller Chairs for the Early 1900s (Moneen) · Coming Out of the Dark (Gloria Estefan) · Coming Out (The Manhattan Transfer) · Coming Out (The Manhattan Transfer) · Coming out Fighting/Dangerous Charm (Sinner) · Thanks for Coming Out (Beatnik Turtle) · The Coming Straight Out (DJ Ideal) – and 90 other albums »


coming down
Somehow I can't seem to find
The quiet inside my mind

3:02
Space in this room
Has turned on me
And all my fears have me cornered me
could just taste your breath once again

Honey I saw your daddy
Lying by the roadside
His feet sticking out of a sack
Honey they'll be calling
She likes to move the wrong way around
Feet in the air
Knees on the ground i can feel her coming
When she goes to town

Back to front and upside
there

[Chorus]
Day by day, day by day
Day by day, day by day
Oh dear Lord, three things I pray [one, two, three]
To see thee more clearly [day by
now
When I stretch to the clouds
My feet are bigger than three lagoons
And I can roll like a magnificent beach ball,
Striving high!

Uh! Uh! Uh!
Meet my lady every morning half past nine when the bells begin to ring,
Looking out the window down the road and I see the same damn thing,
Three
a nice day
Just the only one you've got and it's coming ready or not

Ackee 1 2 1 2 3
Ackee 1 2 1 2 3
And there he stands -a little boy,
No shoes on his feet and dirt in his hands.
Molding dreams from the clay of his fathers,
And fathers before him.
The clout, murder material serial scratched out
My name's passed out like it's something venereal
But back in stereo

Nas is coming
Nas is coming
Nas is coming
yard they drew near

The day passed away and night coming on
Most of the men were asleep
Lady Margaret appeared all dressed in white
Standing at his bed
1-2-3
When the sun goes down and the tide rolls out
And the people gather 'round and they all begin to shout
"Hey! Hey! Uncle Dud
It's a treat
elders

Her boys grab your hands
Her boys lift your feet

Lord, my whole building is out in the street

I can't take it anymore
If she calls back,
Tell her
themselves
With a brand new slinky dress
Well, I've gained three sizes since I've been in college
That would just serve to depress
But get me to an Agnier,
How many whores have walked through that door
Lain by my side & climbed in my mind
& taken me down to where the heat
blisters the skin upon my feet
The way things used to be, well not anymore
Close your eyes, open up your door
Well I'm not tired, I'm coming alive
But you make up on, let's go
Words and music by Arlo Guthrie

Friends I used to know are coming by
To ask me if my situation's high
'Cause sometimes I just stare at the sky
Up is
When I stretch to the clouds
My feet are bigger than three lagoons
And I can roll like a magnificent beach ball
Striving high!

Uh! Uh! Uh!

I
there

[Chorus]
Day by day, day by day
Day by day, day by day
Oh dear Lord, three things I pray [one, two, three]
To see thee more clearly [day by
and feet 
And somehow gave it wings 

I can still hear my dad cussin' 
He's working late out in the barn 
The spring planting is coming
Day in day out
Up at 3 AM with the searchlights shining down
Day in day out
It's the blinding light underneath the dirt downtown
Whoa
Listen
long 
Reaching out to where I belong 
I'm in my stride 
Good music to ride by 
Horse riders in the sky 

Coming on strong 
Won't be long
I know
I know where you're coming
Oh I know where you're coming from

I'm on my feet today
And I'm walking to the grave
I drew this map by hand
Well it's blow by blow

Coming off the ropes
And fighting for the hope in us all
Are you in my corner
Or playing both sides of the wall
So make
spring than it's time to sing
Never mind the l'il birdies wing
Look out, look out, old New York
New York's coming an' New York talks
Hey! Strike! Not
dirt ditch
Buried by a shovel hand
Dead screams from the son of a bitch
Coming out to beat the band
Oh baby how I love your bite
Turn my smile