(Jackson Browne) Oh how sadly sound the songs the queen must sing of dying A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing If she could see her mirror
Well I've been out walking I don't do that much talking these days These days- These days I seem to think a lot About the things that I forgot to do
Looking through some photographs I found inside a drawer I was taken by a photograph of you There were one or two I know that you would have liked a
I'm sitting down by the highway Down by that highway side Everybody's going somewhere Riding just as fast as they can ride I guess they've got a lot
Keep a fire burning in your eye Pay attention to the open sky You never know what will be coming down I don't remember losing track of you You were always
Everybody I talk to is ready to leave With the light of the morning They've seen the end coming down long enough to believe That they've heard their
Standing in the ocean with the sun burning low in the west Like a fire in the cavernous darkness at the heart of the beast With my beliefs and possessions
I'm going to rent myself a house In the shade of the freeway I'm going to pack my lunch in the morning And go to work each day And when the evening rolls
Running down around the towns along the shore When I was sixteen and on my own No, I couldn't tell you what the hell those brakes were for I was just
There's an angel on a ribbon Hanging from the armoire door There's a Cupid with his feet crossed On the bird cage by the door There's a baby angel drummer
(Jackson Browne & Glenn Frey) Well I'm a-running down the road trying to loosen my load I've got seven women on my mind Four that want to own me, two
I've been waiting for something to happen For a week or a month or a year With the blood in the ink of the headlines And the sound of the crowd in my
