: Dawn awaits a sleepless, English town Of coloured gray Here I roam the streets without you As summer fades away ...down in the city at nights The
: Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas Bled
: I can't run anymore, I fall before you, Here I am, I have nothing left, Though I've tried to forget, You're all that I am, Take me home, I'm through
washed jeans Lookin? back, it was all so great Vaurnet, Chip n? Pepper, and Vanilla Ice tapes Chorus It?s hard to get over, that she comes out in October
: Reasons why You had to go Linger now Broken fate
: To all that's safe, our memories Our justified angst So consumed with no escape Just time to wait Bury our distress to console Isolated, we let out
: Shall I tell it again how we started as friends who would run into one another now and again. At the Yippee Cai O or the Mesa Dupree, or a dozen different
on up and help me find my groove. Keep me walking, October road. Keep me walking in the sunshine, yeah A little friend of mine, October road. Keep me walking, October
: There are rifles buried in the countryside for the rising of the moon, may they lie there long forgotten till they rust away into the ground. Who will
: Watch my back and light my way (my traveling star, my traveling star). Watch over all of those born St. Christopher's Day (old road dog, young runaway
: I was raised up family, man, I'm glad I'm on my own. I was raised up family, man, I'm glad I'm on my own. I mean, God bless the child that can learn
: Little one done run out of money now, no, it doesn't seem to have a home. Left to fend for yourself in the wilderness, out there living life all alone
: Are you there? Can you hear me? Somewhere near me? In the morning, long ago, had to hold you so close, had to never let go. Time on the river sliding
: Christmas future is far away, Christmas past is past. Christmas present is here today bringing joy that may last. Have yourself a merry little Christmas
: (Instrumental)
: I Am Jeremiah Dixon I Am A Geordie Boy A Glass Of Wine With You, Sir And The Ladies I'll Enjoy All Durham And Northumberland Is Measured Up By My Own
: Caroline, I see you standing on the stairway, waiting for your bear there. Handy on the landing, penny in my pocket, high enough to hold you. When
: Do me wrong, do me right. Tell me lies but hold me tight. Save your good-byes for the morning light, but don't let me be lonely tonight. Say goodbye