You say that all you want are the simple things Long walks on lonely beaches, guitars with nylon strings But underneath you'd rather leap through a hoop
know you Put on those shiny pointed shoes We'll have a strange night Corsage - long gown - all the rest That ain't what we call dressed For a strange night
When two strangers who have been two silhouettes on the shade Said to my shock "you're on the wrong block" Rushed out to your house with wings on my
The light shed on me was a dim gleam So I live life in a bottle of Jim Beam Droppin' dots or sniffin' that blow black, I go to sleep at night watchin
Everything can happen to you on the Champs-Elysees Last evening we were nothing but two strangers and today on the street, two lovers, completely dopy of a long night
I'm sitting in the railway station. Got a ticket to my destination. On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand. And ev'ry stop is
't believe I could've been so blind, But love is strange. I thought about it for a long, long time, But the truth remains. I don't need another lonely night
could sit on any step. and all angry clouds were made by me. i had been kicked out of hippy houses all over seattle. the house on john street. 6th and
I'm sittin' in the railway station Got a ticket for my destination, mmm On a tour of one night stands My suitcase and guitar in hand And every stop
I'm sitting in the railway station. Got a ticket to my destination. On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand. And ev'ry stop is neatly
Ooh... This old guitar and me We spent a lot of nights alone Well, sometimes we'd get lucky And take bar maid home One night stands for breakfast Two strangers
up your finger from pushing on the ring Well, we lie on frigid shores of light We knew nothing of this bitter hand of war Something strange in the coals
a stranger in my clothes Standing on the third rail Lost at sea, searching for me And we don't know how to sail So if you go to guitar store You will