She walked her down to the long,wet grass Then she slipped out of her raincoat She held her softly till the wind had passed Then she put her down so slowly
and you walk up torn You the temporary boarder The heat wave humming in the house of cards You spun chapter into rapture there Yeah, you were as brave as traffic
Well, I saw a bird today, flying from a bush and the wind blew it away And the black-eyed mother sun scorched the butterfly at play Velvet veined, I saw
, on the porch, the wind in the trees murmured a background for my waking dream Where I drive through a city with labyrinth streets, where no one walks
will leave this town, it was not made for a man We'll find a new land but the traffic is jammed I went far but it's a time for walking Look how far
humping a tree and last week i saw two black birds out on the side walk heaving belly's up claws locked now the fire escapes wind up the brick long notes
say And nothing in the world gonna make me stay I've just got to get away for a day Oh the smog in the city is clogging up my head And the noise of the traffic
See the rain dancing on the snow It writes the names of all the people going To their grave walking one by one Into the sun, into the sun Traffic jam
traffic, radio blastin' Slammed on the brakes {*SKRUT!}, ya old bastard Tim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the back and Girls sittin' on the trunk, droppin' wine glasses Wind
my thumb. It sank into the ground. And then the stars were blinking, like kids who were staring into the wind. So I climbed through the window and walked
wheels, this is not an exercise, it's for real. I'm up here in the rushing wind, way down there. This town is just a traffic jam, you can't walk the
sends that feeling to my frontal lobe As thunder roams the sky at night I see shelter at [? ] The rain soaks me to the bone assisted by the winter wind
I'm living in the city Where the noise, it never stops How much pounding on the pavement Whizzes from traffic cops Nobody looks you in the eye here Walking
chord is a love passion and my shoes look for the balance road while the icy east wind curls up the asphalt of contradictions and spikes souls like albondigas I walk
passing traffic. they play so quiet, you can hear the passing traffic. and the cars buzz by, and the wind blows. and i may walk past/fast?, and i may
my mood the day that art was murdered The wind blew a thin layer of dust on my garden bird Everything you knew was sideways and phallic The highways traffic
traffic. they play so quiet, you can hear the passing traffic. and the cars buzz by, and the wind blows. and i may walk past, and i may not. and