Lyrics:
The writing's on the wall, we are the youth gone wild
Well, let me hear you get wild
They call us problem child, we spend our lives on trial
We walk
O light the candle, John
The daylight has almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass
Sit here by my side
For
Somebodies gone, a wind stirs the willows
Whipoorwills call from high on the hill
Deep shadows fall as I wait for you by the window
Soon you'll be
Keeping it G ain't nuttin, you ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
Watch a young
Eighteen years had come and gone
For momma they flew by
But for me they drug on and on
We were loadin' up that Chevy
Both tryin' not to cry
Monday is shining
You know 'em Tuesday's rain
Well, the days go by me
Like a southbound train
Yes, it's funny thinking
You will never call my
never at home
When I call you in the middle of the day
And when I ask you to tell me only the truth
That ain't asking too much of you
If I ask you
leg and to buy my eye.
The newspapers call me
The state of the art,
And the children,
When they see me, cry.
I thought it would be nice
gonna join the family circle at the throne
Though the circle won't be broken
By and by, Lord, by and by
Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor)
Me
the plane into Paris
Honeymooning down by the Seine
Peter Brown call to say
You can make it O.K.
You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain
Christ you
And chases reason far away...
Far away...
And still your gypsy wind
Will soothe my soul and call me
back again.
Growing wise with age
We come to see
bye to the good times
And I'll be gone by the sunrise
I'll be better on my own
I'll be better on my own, na, na
Nobody should call my phone
into Paris
Honeymooning down by the Seine
Peter Brown call to say
You can make it O.K.
You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain
Christ you know it
gone all weekend long
But I'll call you back when I get home on Sunday afternoon
And P.S., if this is Austin, I still love you
Well, this time she
you call my name out in the middle of the night
How you sit for hours singin' with the radio
Baby it's the little things that make me love you so.
I got the blues from my baby
Down by the San Francisco bay,
The ocean liner's gone so far away
Didn't mean to treat her so bad,
She was
sold, going sold
Going, gone
Then she drags me by one finger
To her lips, hook, line and sinker
Honey I'm a sucker, when you linger
Give me
need you
And by your side is where I belong
Don't you miss me a little bit baby
'Cause I'm missing you
Say you miss me a little bit baby
You
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
Penny
The writing's on the wall, we are the youth gone wild
Well, let me hear you get wild
They call us problem child, we spend our lives on trial
We walk
the hour, and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I'd like to call him somethin', I think I'll just call it a day
Pour me somethin'
tryna stay by the phone
'Cause your voice always helps me when I feel so alone
But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call
But when I pick
It's in the music, turn it up let it knock
Let it bang on the block 'til the neighbors call the cops
The cops gone come but they ain't gone do shit
To call my life my own, yet stand by my side
I know I don't let you know enough
Don't let love show enough, don't let you be strong
Oh, tell me why we
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