Truth or lie, the silence is revealing An empty sky, the hidden mound of stone But the CAT scan's eye Sees what the heart's concealing Nowadays when everything
Yeah, well getting ready Yeah, oh yeah Getting ready, yeah Getting ready From early in November to the last week of December I got money matters weighing
old songwriting cliche Loved you the first time I saw you Can't describe it any other way, any other way The light of her beauty, it was warm as a summer
color Ghosts in the water beg for more Maple trees just a little bit duller Than the memory of the year before In a word or in an image Something called
It's a brand new pre-owned '96 Ford Check out the radio, pop music station That don't sound like my music to me Talk show host, what's that boy's name
I've been workin' on my rewrite, that's right I'm gonna change the ending Gon' throw away the title and toss it in the trash Every minute after midnight
in angels? Fools do Fools and pilgrims all over the world If you shop for love in a bargain store And you don't get what you are bargain for Can you
current is strong But all that remains when you try to explain Is a fragment of song Lord is it, bebop-a-lula or ooh-poppa-do? Lord, bebop-a-lula or
plot Will it have a happy ending? Maybe yeah, maybe not I tell them life is what you make of it So beautiful or so what So beautiful, so beautiful, so what
a plot Will it have a happy ending? Maybe yeah, Maybe not I tell them life is what you make of it So beautiful or so what So beautiful, so beautiful So what
Truth or lie, the silence is revealing An empty sky, a hidden mound of stone But the CAT scan's eye sees what the heart's concealing Now-a-days, when
From early in November to the last week of December I got money matters weighing me down Oh the music may be merry, but it's only temporary I know Santa
old songwriting clichй I loved her the first time I saw her Can't describe it any other way Any other way The light of her beauty is warm as a summer
in angels? Fools do... Fools and pilgrims all over the world If you shop for Love in a bargain store And you don't get what you are bargain for... Can
I'm workin' on my rewrite, that's right Gonna change the ending Throw away the title Toss it in the trash Every minute after midnight All the time I'
