It's a little bit funny this feeling insideI'm not one of those who can easily hideI don't have much money but boy if I didI'd buy a big house where we both could liveIf I was a sculptor, but then again, noOr a man who makes potions in a travelling showI know it's not...

I remember it like it was yesterdaySnow in the park and skaters on the iceLong black cars standing side-by-sideLoading up the boys at nightTurned up our collars to the chill of the windCaught an innocent smile from a taxi at the lightsNot something you'd see on a New...

Ice cubes on the back of your neckWarm wind blowing through the parking lotA radio humming in every car, and it feels like the clocks have stoppedCalypso moon just cast its spellWe grabbed that magic just becauseWe remember and never forget what a wonderful crazy...

I took myself a blue canoeAnd I floated like a leafDazzling, dancingHalf enchantedIn my Merlin sleepCrazy was the feelingRestless were my eyesInsane they took the paddlesMy arms they paralyzedSo where to now St. PeterIf it's true I'm in your handsI may not be a...

They say we bruise too easilyI don't know if it's that way for meI've seen 'em come, I've seen 'em goI've seen everyone I knowFall in and out of loveIt's just the way it goesWord is out, silence seems so loudThere's no light above or below me nowI've seen it grow,...

It's hard to feel what's in your headWhere the gas lamps growAnd the garbage blowsAround the paper standsAnd a baby criedAnd I saw a lightAnd I wondered whereAnd I wondered whyThere'd be a loss of lifeDown here tonightDown on Western Ford GatewayThat's a place where...

I'm looking, I'm looking backI'm trying to imagine this and thatThe simple mathematics making up the mapInsurance of protection from immediate collapseI'm watching, I'm watching youA voyeur from a different point of viewThe solitary eyes that I've been looking...

The seadogs have all sailed their shipsInto the docks of dawnWhile the sirens sit and comb their hairAnd twiddle with their thumbsOh Thor above the mountainLook down upon your childrenThis is their heaven where they're toldTo bring their galleonsSeek you find your...

Your bags out on the bedYour closet's all cleared outYou say you're goin' to Jacksonville'Cause our love's all worn outYou're searching in my eyesTo try and find a tearBut the well of my forgivenessHas dried up with the yearsYou might still look prettyIn that lacey...