Lyrics:
'round the outside
'Round the outside, 'round the outside
(Woo) (ooh)
Guess who's back? Back again?
Shady's back, tell a friend
Guess who's back?
Quiet nights of quiet stars quiet chords from my guitar
Floating on the silence that surrounds us
Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams quiet walks by
Telegraph cables, they sing down the highway
And travel each bend in the road
People who meet in this romantic setting
Are so hypnotized by the lovely...
a phenomenon
We could pool our resources
By joining forces from now on
Lucky, you're a girl who likes children
That's an important sign
Lucky, 'cause I'd
Telegraph cables, they sing down the highway
And travel each bend in the road
People who meet in this romantic setting
Are so hypnotized by the lovely...
Take off my shirt
Loosen the buttons and undo my skirt
Stare at myself in the mirror
Pick me apart piece by piece
Sorrow decrease
Pressure
You're caught in a vicious circle
Surrounded by your so called friends
You're caught in a vicious circle
And it looks like it will never end
undies
Rise to claim Saturn, ring and sky
By those who see with their eyes close
They know me by my black telescope
Your green tree mantle from which
Take the ribbon from your hair
Shake it loose and let it fall
Layin' soft upon my skin
Like the shadows on the wall
Come and lay down by my
All your pretty bags are packed
Forever sure did go by fast
I hope you find the skies are blue
The grass is green and the road is smooth
You go
on to life with you
'Cause life without you just won't do
Driven by you
Ah, you know we're never gonna know who's dreaming
But we're working night
Cheyenne
Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado,
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man who may not
Her granddad was a newsboy 'til he was eighty-four
What a slimy old bastard he was
Man, don't you think I know she hates me?
Man, don't you think I know
Going home in this pickup
Not knowing this stickup
Was in progress
On the same side of town
By a man in a truck
The same kind he was driving
myself
What for?
People pass by and I wonder who's next
Who determines, who knows best
Is there a lesson I'm supposed to learn in this case
'Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie
These words came low and mournfully
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay
On the bloody ground at the close
a drunken town fight
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born
On a hot muggy morn by the dawn's early light
In the port of Amsterdam where
Who drove the red sports car from the mansion
And laid upon the grass in summer time
And who done me out high time fashion
And made me read
202
Who stops by to visit me
And she talks about her songs
And the star that she should be
There's a lot of real fine talent
Stayin' in or passin'
gonna go
Who's gonna show you the things you don't know
Who's gonna hush, who's gonna hush your sweet mellow
Just keep your eyes on the flyin' sky
Who drove the red sports car from the mansion
And laid upon the grass in summertime
And who done me out high time fashion
And made me read between
I am a citizen of the planet
I was born here
I'm going to die here
Come what may
I am entitled by my birth
To the treasures of the earth
No one
You, who are on the road must have a code that you can live by.
And so become yourself because the past is just a good bye.
Teach your children
hold no hope for this holy treason
Of love and so soft
By whose standards
They tell me, they tell me
Who are they, who is they
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