Lyrics:
The painted faces on the street
Caricatures of long ago
Oh they were young and oh-so sweet
Down beyond the boulevard
Knock on doors and empty
to turn away
I didn't want to leave
Now I'm letting it all roll by
I can see, I can see
A life beyond the dream
I'm watching it all roll by
I can
understanding women
And I'm not just anyone who ever stood outside your door
And I'm not any man you've ever known before
Don't judge this picture by
just wait
While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadows into
just wait
While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadows into
The warden said he'd mail my letter
The chaplain's waitin' by the door
Tonight we'll cross the yard together
Then they can't hurt me anymore.
I
Count the miles before they pass you by
Shadow of the sun has crossed the sky
Fill your head with everything you find
Beyond this horizon
Hey! I ain't looking at you
For no particular reason
It doesn't inspire for me to be in
I gotta open that door
Hey, I gotta get it open hey
I'm
tried
To turn my nights into day
Strange faces in your place
Can't keep the ghosts away
Just beyond the darkest hour
Just behind the door
It still
on and on and on
Got to get back to a reason
Got to get back to a reason I once knew
And this late in the seasons
One by one distractions fade from view
So drifting
that was held by these two hands
He must be leaving hell to live with a ghost of another man.
My name is in the side wall outside our bedroom door
my, love is a lie
Shit my friends say to get me by
It hits different
It hits different this time
Catastrophic blues
Movin' on was always easy for
deathly still
That is the time when ghosts are present
Practicing their ghoulish delight
When the crypt doors creak
And the tombstones quake
Spooks
Richard frost
By: jimmy buffett
Richard frost left alabama heading west to find his fame
Only got to oklahoma and that's where he changed his name
Man came to the door I say, "For whom are you looking?"
He says, "Your wife", I say, "She's busy in the kitchen cookin'"
Poor boy where you been?
I
a waiting door
Beyond a waiting door
Our identity was scattered
Beyond a soaring crane
Beyond a warriors torch
Beyond a roaring river
Beyond a tailored
My love was in a storm
The bitter wind was blowin' around me
I'd sit and cry but
By and by it just faded away
Rainbow, painted skies,
Brought
From a shack by a mountain stream
To a room in New Orleans
So far from my Blue Ridge Mountain home
The men I meet ain't warm and friendly
like ol girl got booed at Apollo
13 Ghost use my Hollow Mans for Friday 13th
You be Ghost, Backdraft from the toast
Niggaz who drop names is, oh so
My ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space
All the slow clouds pass us by
Make the Empire
(Dolly Parton)
From a shack by a mountain stream
To a room in New Orleans
So far from my Blue Ridge Mountain home
The men I meet ain't warm
here holding our ground, come what may
Like a ghost haunts from beyond the grave
Welcome to the breakdown
Welcome to the end of the road
Welcome
Even as she runs away
She will still torment me
Calm me, hurt me
Move me, come what may
Wasting in my lonely tower
Waiting by an open door
I'll
in your life
Never a smile knocking on your door
The air is blue and so are you
Prehistoric monsters on the floor
Last verse of your last song
And God
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