Dry dusty road Dry dusty road Brother, won't you carry me along This dry dusty road Children shallying Playing in the morning sun Spike-heeled lady Running
And I'm just standin' there, I can't say a word 'Cause everything's just gone I've got nothin', absolutely nothin' In one single moment your whole life
Two jumps in a week I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy? Flying on your motorcycle Watching all the ground beneath you drop You'd kill
el salto en tu motocicleta te hace sentir que eres un dios vuelas alto sin barreras entre el horizonte y el adios cambias fama por tu vida y rompes
We don't even talk anymore And we don't even know what we argue about Don't even say, "I love you", no more 'Cause saying, "How we feel?" is no longer
I caught it in the face Coming around again I thought it was worth waiting You're caught up in my head Wet sides from time to time But mostly I'm just
So now I'm holding in my sides And my bags are over spilling This leads me to think My guts have started to boil And my stomach keeps on spinning Thank
I wish there was something I could do for you I wish there were some words I could say But I know that you thought it out so well And I know there is
I threw my robe on in the morning Watched the ring on the stove turn red Stared hypnotized into a cup of coffee Pulled on my boots and made the bed
You always said, "You were the compassionate one" But now you're laughing at the sun With all your high class friends, you think you've got it made The
Not a dry eye in the house After love's curtain comes down Listen and you'll hear the sound Hear the sound of a heart breaking I can still see you standing
You breathe so hard, come on bother me Fill me up with ecstasy It's all about control, bein' satisfied I need some help, don't be leavin' me, you're leavin
Well I woke up this morning The place was such a reck I couldn't reach the bathroom Thought I'd better clear the deck I tried to call the lawyer And ask
Each night, they surround me With the lights and the microphones . . . With their bodies and the mile of cable Like a magic ring of bone Every night
It's one of those lazy days I've got nothing to do Let the wind blow around my head Let a cloud be my bed When the blues whomp you up By the side of
Don't cry, don't cry, baby Don't you cry, don't you cry Dry your eyes Let's talk it over again You know I didn't mean to ever treat you for me Dry your
A tall drink of water in a cotton dress That Preacher's daughter, she sure is blessed As sunlight passes through the fabric so soft You can imagine, what