I can see you with the top down In that car you keep under the eaves I can see the ocean wind blow Through your hair and all along your sleeves I see
Sleepless nights and senseless fights Many that I've known Are proportional to the desperate hours Spent on the telephone Now I'm sitting here trying
A little boy sits by the light of the moon He knows that he's lost something precious too soon But he's quiety singing a nursery tune He sings for whoever
No matter what you are I will always be with you Doesn't matter what you do, girl Ooh girl, with you No matter what you do I will always be around Won
Tom, get your plane right on time I know your part'll go fine Fly down to Mexico Doh-n-doh-de-doh-n-doh And here I am The only living boy in New York
Look at me Who am I supposed to be? Who am I supposed to be? Look at me What am I supposed to be? What am I supposed to be? Look at me Oh my love, oh
We were born before the wind Also younger than the sun Ere the Bonnie boat was won As we sailed into the mystic Hark, now hear the sailors cry Smell
La, la, la, la, la, la Now that I've lost everythin' to you You say you wanna start somethin' new And it's breakin' my heart you're leavin' Baby, I'm
Put a candle in the window 'Cause I feel I've got to move Though I'm going, going I'll be coming home soon Long as I can see the light Pack my bag and
Now if there's a smile on my face It's only there trying to fool the public But when it comes down to fooling you Now honey, that's quite a different
Baby, I'm amazed At the way you love me all the time Maybe I'm afraid Of the way I love you Baby, I'm amazed At the way you pulled me out of time Hung
I got 29 ways to make it to my baby's door I got 29 ways to make it to my baby's door And if she needs me bad I can find about two or three more I got
A little gray around the crown A little hint of slowing down She puts on some old evening gown And dances alone Years are hazy and days are slow The seasons
Baby let's go below the surface See what we can find There's no reason to be nervous 'Cause it happens all the time I don't wanna go up to the mountain
Don't talk to her when shooting stars are falling Don't talk to her when she can smell the jasmine in the air Don't talk to her when no one knows you'
I was driving down Ninth Avenue As the sky was getting dark Didn't have nothin' else to do So I kept on riding to Battery Park I stepped out in the damp
I'm coming to see you tomorrow sometime Gonna bring you some roses, gonna tear off the vines Gonna talk to the wind that blows through the trees Kiss
Everybody talks about some fateful day I guess that this was mine I may be here to tell some kind of story But I think it's gonna take a little time,