, the storm will break But never me you see 2 years on, 2 years on But only you can see me Only you can see me 2 years on, 2 years on, ah
break but never me, you see. Two years on. Two years on. But only you can see me, only you can see me. Two years on. Two years on. Ah....
I won't make you cry. You can shelter in my home and I won't ask you why. Friends will come and friends will go but you stay on my train. And all
: Everybody wants to leave just like you and I. I have all year to smile, a tear for every eye. Life closed its eyes, broke my world, now I'm
a home, to give his children more than he had known. But then he died without an explanation. He never lied, a very sincere relation. Years
Shangri-La in a place that's not too far, back home. Took a train to Jordan, and to Texas and back. I met Lyndon B. Johnson and I felt his hand on
done, that's the first mistake I ever made. I was born to a lonely woman in a town called Buffalo. Never knew the man who never stayed. With my 12-string on
: Good morning mister sunshine, you brighten up my day, come sit beside me in your way. I see you every morning, outside the restaurants, the
there for you to confide in. It's instinct to always to have a shoulder to cry on and to rely on, someone there to share and to shine on. I am
it loud and clear: Baby, I love you every second, every minute, every hour, every day of every year. I sent out your invitation. There's gonna be a party going on
: When I was ten years old, my parents were poor, our house was so cold. And I was still in school and learning. And then I never really got too
I tell you I've been around. I'm just a low down critter who never did any good. I'm just a low down critter who never did any good. Lay it on me.
: If you think that you can hurt me and make my cry, tell me why, tell me why, tell me why. And if you think that you can hurt me with lies that
my Shangri-La in a place that's not too far, back home. Took a train to Jordan, and to Texas and back. I met Lyndon B. Johnson and I felt his hand on
