How did you think I would feel How could you do this to me Won't let you hurt me again now I'm nothing to you, I can see Just walk away from me I'm torn up but I can't believe You sat and watched me bleed I am the waiting one it seems What should I do

When we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill But I can't wait to go home I'm on my way Driving at ninety down those country lanes Singing to "Tiny Dancer" And I miss the way you make me feel,

I’ve been awake too long Wish there was something that could close my eyes To all that I see Awake too long It would be easier to fall asleep I watched the rise and the fall of the common man I lived to see your steps walk back I watched the walls all

Abraham took Isaac's hand And led him to the lonesome hill While his daughter hid and watched She dare not breathe, she was so still Just as an angel cried for the slaughter Abraham's daughter raised her voice Then the angel asked her what her name was

The race is almost run The days of Pearly Spencer A tenement, a dirty street Walked and worn by shoe less feet Inside it's long and so complete Watched by shivering sun Old eyes in a small child's face Watching as the shadows race Trough walls and cracks

Your foothills Dry dunes cater for jumping boys From the nape of her neck he made his descent They watched men hurl from rock to sea Like sternum to button, lined lip pinches in between Iris swims quietly beside me Oh the leaves and larger weeds sway and

The house was like a tomb. I was hiding in my room. As my brother made his way on down the hall. I didn't want to say goodbye. And I was trying to deny there was a war, And that he got the call. I watched him from my window Walking down the drive. Then I

Time was running fast (Hmmm) While we were walking so slow (Hmmm) As I watched us grow and grow (Hmmm) We carried our love in cups to go (Grew so tall our heads hit ceilings) Trouble seemed so small (Outgrew all the doors and walls) We never needed any

And this is how it all began On our first campaign to the Fatherland There was writing on the walls Looked like "Circus" there for me We were smoking Karl Marx With the junkies in the park I watched the barmaid keeping track By marking X's on our mats

At that hangout my daddy used to hang around We watched it all go up in smoke until it all came down Just like after tabs and stooge and tables got turned To the only joint my momma ever burned The only joint my mother burned was on the rural route She