Lyrics:
I've been sittin' at home by the telephone, hopin' I'm in his plans
This waiting game is gettin' old, it's time to take matters into my hands
Every man has a place, in his heart there's a space,
And the world can't erase his fantasies
Take a ride in the sky, on our ship fantasii
All your
to giving up, he'd be the last
And that old brigade came by with the bad news
The big burns on its way and we need your help
So he kissed his wife goodbye
I know a funny little man
As quiet as a mouse
In everybody's housel
Yet one and old agree
That every plate we break
Or every glass webreak
Was
One is blue and other is purple
When the Old Man devoures the New - Born Child
And changes into the Flame - into the Flame...
When the midnight Hand
for you.
Go and take your number and I will call when I?m ready for you
Well I?m not gonna be the man that got shot by mean old Dan?
No you won?t find
us back
I've a friend who lives out by the rivers mouth
He knows the fiddles cry is an old sound
A lonesome creeks and moans of empty houses
Are
Every man has a place, in his heart there's a space,
And the world can't erase his fantasies
Take a ride in the sky, on our ship fantasii
All your
(written by jim beauhall and s. johns)
Miss June's old gray two-story
Stands at the edge of town
Its weathered boards could use a coat of paint
From You Lord, from You
Old man looking out the window
Wondering where did all the time go
There You are
A mother praying for her lost son
An old lady helps me as I'm crossing the road
She sees the direction and the weight of my load
She points to a man taking peace to the poor
Every man has a place, in his heart there's a space,
And the world can't erase his fantasies
Take a ride in the sky, on our ship fantasii
All your
Every man has a place, in his heart there's a space,
And the world can't erase his fantasies
Take a ride in the sky, on our ship fantasii
All your
man in
That book by Nabakov
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Every
haffi stand strong
Say we nah run, yes we haffi hold it down
Aint gonna run
Ain’t gonna hide
Ain’t gonna tell no lie,
Ain’t gonna live with no gun by my
I was dancing with some kids
In this house where I lived a couple lifetimes
Maybe more
We had the music up loud by that old leather couch
Where I
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