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Destination · Destination


Albums:

More Oar: A Tribute to Alexander "Skip" Spence (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Destination Anywhere (Jon Bon Jovi) · Destination (Ronan Keating) · Destination Motherland: The Roy Ayers Anthology (Roy Ayers) · Destination Universe (Material Issue) · Destination Monaco: Amber Lounge (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Destination for Arcie (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Live at Last, Vol. 2: Destination Blarney Island (Mr. Myers) · National Geographic: Destination Caribbean (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Destination GB Blues (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


destination
Is by your side
Right by your side

And I
I've taken so long I know
Never had so far to go
It's not where you can be
It's what you can see
By the laws of attraction
And the rules of the game
(Figure it out)
There's a miracle reaction
Between pleasure and pain

Use imagination
One more night, all alone
Sittin' here by the telephone
TV light down the hall
Past the room where we shared it all

It coulda been a stranger
delivered

Behold the destroyer
By the hand of man
Death be delivered

Anger and hatred are their oars
Revenge their vessel
Be strong
Be patient

Making
Life is a ride, like days in a train
Cities rush by, like ghosts in the night
The rhythm of wheels, time fades away
Stations of a journey,
Life is a ride, like days in a train
Cities rush by, like ghosts in the night
The rhythm of wheels, time fades away
Stations of a journey,
One more night, all alone
Sittin' here by the telephone
TV light down the hall
Past the room where we shared it all

It coulda been a stranger
is just one oar leaning against the wall
What of our plans for paddles in the Fall?
With the reeds grown high in a winding maze
We were to follow
Standing by a riverside 
A river so deep and so wide 
Current's too strong for only one man 
I know because I tried 

I got eight oars - 
four
something
A million miles and a ways to go
Sifting through nothing
The sand you cannot hold
Destination nowhere ooh
Destination nowhere ooh
Ooh-eeh-ooh
Three sisters
Came to me last night
Last night
They said, "There's a boat
On the shore
A gas lantern and one oar
For your trip
Go home
As I walked by the lake one day by chance my Dorraine passed my way
Then she and I walked hand in hand on the banks of Ponchartrain
I pinned a flower
dust, the morning tribe
Crushed by a million suns
Here the heart of you lies

Over land and sea
I'll come fighting for you
Over land and sea
A dawn
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
can make 
On a lake in the park 

It's an ocean of devotion 
A floating dream for two . . . 

Oh, I keep hopin' that 
The oars will stray 
So we could
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
Aboard a craft bereft of oar
I rowed upstream to find Lenore
Abducted by a bandit or
A king from some forgotten war

And mindful of his larval
Parked inside the lay-by
Their destination can wait
Dancing in the moonlight
The truck-driver and his mate

Acting out of compulsion
After
"...from the darkness, risen our of blackness,
A flame once, burning like red blood
Was seen by those who waited for the battle,
To lead them
All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide 
For both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied 
While little hands make vain
Strange things take place in my moondreams

as the lonely and loveless hours go by
Your face takes its place in every moonbeam

moondreams bring
the harbour,
Silently ignite.
The oar dips in to oil like water and we,
Are away.

Your hand won't write, not tonight,
But your mind may wander.
Into
little peaches by the score
But master Johny was a wis'un, you know,
His steady girl was Flo
And every Sunday afternoon
She'd jump in his boat
On the dark side of the moon
Where no one can see us
Embraced by the gloom
I don't know
Where our trip will end
Destination unknown
Destination unknown

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