Got your call from California But I could hardly hear your voice Through the hissing of the highway And all that other noise You said ?I might lose you
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 want to go up to the
There?s a stranger in a car Driving down your street Acts like he knows who you are Slaps his hand on the empty seat and says ?Are you gonna get
Watched it coming up Winslow Down South Park Boulevard Yeah it was looking good from tail to hood Great big fins and painted steel Man it looked
They say my final masterpiece Was this house upon the hill High above the great and mighty river My hand could not hold the brushes Yes I guess I lost
I?m writing you this letter from some old hotel I can feel the distance between us From the Spanish Steps to the Liberty Bell I know the angels have
Put on my blue suede shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain W.C. Handy ? won?t you
Clouds move in From off the horizon Feels like nighttime In the middle of the day And I don?t know why But it?s still so suprisin? How a love grows
Baby I?ve been searching like everybody else Can?t say nothing different about myself Sometimes I?m an angel And sometimes I?m cruel And when it comes
Well, I had just checked in when the sun came up After ten hours on the bus I was staring at the stains on the ceiling, baby Trying not to think about
How many roads you?ve traveled How many dreams you?ve chased Across sand and sky and gravel Looking for one safe place Will you make a smoother landing
