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Snow falls on an empty sidewalk
Through the cement grows a rose
Now the petals fly in the soft breeze of summer
Summertime
Surrounded by a wave

around)
As we cruise up into town
Skipping by all the lines and the sighs of jealousy
And baby honestly

I don't care, just put it on my tab cuz
Lord, I

of the ring too (sigh)
I go to enter under the assessment that he would leave
But my bad shoulda' known better (huh, yeah)
Common sense goes out the window

so passively
So indifferently?

Your indifference
Your nonchalance
Your wanton sigh
Shall I let the hordes in
Shall I let the hordes in
Shall I let

of the ring too (Sigh)
I go to enter under the assessment that he would leave
But my bad shoulda' known better (Huh, yeah)
Common sense goes out the window

in different places
I'm ready to move when you face me
Palms sweating cause of you
You don't know what you do

Breath and sigh's
Shake the window
Like

Bedtime and my eyes are open
I breathe a heavy sigh and wonder why
Hope that I could touch the ceiling
Make it seem like I'm above the stars

"Awe look at the view"
But I could see you right through
You hold me close by your side
Take your breath away from the sound of your sighs, right?

Let's

Act all cute as you listen to the world rush by
Outside your bedroom window
Bustling cities, quaint little people drown themselves through waves

Subtle Joy is screaming at people passing by
"Don't flinch in fear
Come!
Look me in the eye
My frame it is is failing
My condition has no cure
My

VERSE 1
She had but one sad window for light
The roaches they ruled her home at night
We played til the street lights all came on
Mom would call me

floors up the second window on the right
Excuse the mess I must have lost track of time
I'd introduce you but I'm way too high
All of your housemates
Have

Subtle Joy is screaming at people passing by
"Don't flinch in fear
Come!
Look me in the eye
My frame it is is failing
My condition has no cure
My

I'm Old Fashioned

Xavier Cugat

Xavier Cugat 1942-1946: Unheard Transcriptions & Air Shots

1995

I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type

I'm Old Fashion

Fred Astaire

Gilded Promises

2001

I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type

Blue Ridge Mountain Blues

John Fogerty

The Blue Ridge Rangers

1973

see a haze of snowy white, 
I see a window with light,
I seem to hear them both sigh, 
"Where is my wand'rin boy tonight?"

I got the Blue Ridge

I'm Old Fashioned

Art Farmer

Soul Eyes

1991

I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type

needs to be said before I go, it's
Remember me forever, the light in the dark
Just know that I'm looking down on you in the skies by the sun
And if you

rare over by Cherson, Cherson,
we calcify fathers here below
a watery cross, with weeds
entwined
This grins restoredly,
 low sleep
Wave
Oh, no,
shush

Manchester yet? I can't quite tell
Too blinded by our happiness, signs don't compel
Are we in Manchester yet? Who even knows
I've lost track of the road,

no fate spoken
Only his voice soft and token
Whispering my name Lenore (Lenore)

From the void my echo faintly carried back the sigh Lenore
Just this

buildings  outline 
their own kind 
of poetry 

a man jumps 
from the 13th floor
said he wanted
to feel free 

glides down the side
Window to window

my ears with warm breath
I feel your bohemian fingers caress
Oh no I've not felt like this
By your streetlight window we kiss
In the early hours

but your eyes beg me to stay
Something without warning, on this cool summers day

I was never one for goodbyes
There by the window
Standing in the dark