scattered sun Waiting for the sun, waiting for the sun, Waiting for the sun, waiting for the sun Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, Waiting for you to come along; Waiting for
at your door, it's because i'm here to ask for more. the world's forever turning, and there's a thought that never stops burning. if i'm pounding at your door
speeds with the paperboy Goin door to door with the paperboy Burnin trees no seeds just the paperboy Two wheeler on the road with that paperboy 18 speeds with the paperboy Goin door to door
will not break him And when I'm not around, you look for God and thank him And I've got somewhere to dress for, And I've got no need to stress for And
: She was thirteen months when he was sent to jail. Behind the bars of her crib and those of his cell. They wait for her love to come to them. But she
has a mirror mad you cry? Now it's time to stand upright Tear down your inner door The birth of yourself can't wait no more In your mind there's
gas floor wait keep that door don't climb to the window run to the back door black out with the black out bass four blass for give them .. is for enemies
home awaits anxiously sitting right next to home friday finds itself on your door step again has it already been a week? hold your breath some more, keep waiting
addicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay Criminal mind all the time, wait for Judgment Day They
Sunday morning I take a line out the door,.. shoot me I shoot back I don't care if you die First the sun comes down then the sun goes up And the hope
ride from LAX to O'Hare, and what happened next was a series of unfortunate events. (Please stay tuned for what happened next...) The life I breathe for
s working 9 to 5 (knows her place that woman) Just you wait - One of these days see me driving round town In my rock 'n' Rolls Royce with the sun roof
got fed up with the gray sky. The sun came out of nowhere like a bar fight. And it knocke out the wind and it bruised me with light. And I felt grateful for
: The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways Like a vision she dances across the porch. As the radio plays Roy Orbison singing for the lonely Hey that