You will never come close to how I feel You will never come close to how I feel Cracks in the pavement underneath my shoe I care less and less about and less about you No one else around to look at me So I can look at my shadow as much as I please All

Wrap myself around you, never let you go I gotta get back now to the ones who love me There's nothin' in the world that feels like Coming home There's a place that I know where they all know me The place that I know where they all know me Coming home,

You were one of those classic ones You're a legend in my own mind My middle name Traveling around this sun You were one of those classic ones, yeah I wish she knew you Now everybody knows

It's just a spark but it's enough to keep me going And when it's dark out and no one's around it keeps glowing Gonna let it happen, gonna let it happen I don't even know myself at all I thought I would be happy but now The more I try to push it I realize

Black coffee â?¦ I'm moonin' all the mornin' Mournin' all the night In between it's nicotine To maybe come around. I'm feelin' mighty lonesome Haven't slept a wink I walk the floor an' watch the door In between I drink

I will remember you She got her Own crib with a Twin bed and was Hollywood, she Uptown and she Danced to her Favorite song and Sing along when no one's around

Just you take your time, oh Just you take your time Do you remember when We used to take our time You'd write me a letter, baby And I'd wait for you all night (oh) Now it seems everyone's Rushing around including you and I

Plaque on the wall says that no one's slept here It's rare to come upon a bridge that has not been around Or been stepped on Whatever the notions we laced in our prayers The man upstairs is used to all of this noise I'm through with screaming And echoes

Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while But in time Nothing can harm you Not while I'm around Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around No one's gonna hurt you, not while I'm around Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays I'll send 'em

Releasing souls An invitation to clairvoyance It's hard to stand around and watch while they ignore us She is dumped on Used as an ashtray At the expense of an organized association I see the stones in the path we laid It's a question of tomorrow We like