I'd trade all my sunshine, for twin towers to hide behind and find you there And I left on that sunday To come home on a tuesday Well I never I never
They're not really expecting me But I know where they hide the key Under the welcome mat There's no better place than that Don't know how long I've been
This city will not sleep tonight. I hear sirens as I walk down 59th. I New York City, lost under a gray sky, I thought I heard my name through the
Driving through your childhood, and all the stories that youve told me since we first met. I get the feeling that you're forgetting to tell me what you
Irgendwo da drüben, ziemlich weit nach Osten schon fast in der Taiga, auf verlornem Posten hälst du die Stellung, mitten in der DDR, ... Im
Brennend heißer Wüstensand, fern so fern dem Heimatland, kein Gruß, kein Herz, kein Kuss, kein Scherz, alles liegt so weit so weit.
If I was runnin' this country I'd start it over from scratch Keep what's good an' pile up what's bad And then I'd strike the match Yea, we'd go back to
Hey baby, won't you take my hand And make me a happy man? I ain't rich but I found my fortune in you Two jobs on the night time shift I'm still left with
I'm sittin' on the train bridge waitin' on sundown River winds settin' low on that whole town And nothin' else to do but think and toss a stone and watch
They've had chances to make this big city seem so small, Under stage lights, in rooms packed from window to wall, Like the sound of a smile, or the
I used to like to listen to the tales of the old men who sat around the old park square But the piddlers and the whittlers and the checker boards're gone
I used to love you I can't stand the sight of your fucking face You have helped to build The walls that keep me in my place The trust I gave no longer
Today my heart is burden I'm back to settle down I saw the bright lights of the city I'd have all the joys of town But there was something missing while
Well, I had a buddy back in '81 and we made ourselves a pact We were heading for the new pipeline we were never coming back Well we worked 80 hours making
He was just a hometown cowboy, his belly kind of fat Acme boots up on his feet and a big U roll it hat He was entered in the bull riding, he did it on
Barely 18, thought I knew it all My little hometown was way too small For the big dreams I'd been dreaming I thought the fast lane and bright lights was
Mama's in the kitchen bakin' up a pie Daddy's in the backyard Get a job, son You know you ought to try I packed up my bag, I headed down the road I got
She wanted to move She wanted to try something new She wanted to live in San Francisco In a place with a view She wanted the sound She wanted the life
