And a smile from you Close your eyes and dream of a sunny place Watch the world light up when you smile Stay with me and smile at me, sunny face Chase the clouds away with your smile Make a smile for me Lately I've been so lonely Might make these blues

Through the middle of the night unknown And I'll ride The sun has opened up my eyes And I don't want to leave your side For that lonesome road But here I go Climbing back behind the wheel of 50 feet of chrome and steel and a load They need in Chicago

I don't want the sun to shine I want to make love Just this magic in your eyes and in my heart I don't know what I'm gonna do I can't stop lovin' you I won't stop 'til break of dawn makin' love Hold my hand, feel the touch of your body cling to mine You

Tropical the island breeze All of nature wild and free This is where I long to be La isla bonita And when the samba played The sun would set so high Ring through my ears and sting my eyes Your Spanish lullaby Last night I dreamt of San Pedro

Even on a cloudy day, Shake me down, I'll keep my eyes fixed on the sun Softly laying on the ground, oh Not a lot people left around, oh, oh Fixed upon the ground, I'll keep my eyes fixed on the Not a lot of people left around, Who knows now,

But I see your angel, don't act young and wasteful Come to the garden and let your guard down Come to your senses it will all be clear The star in your eyes, the glimmer in the shadow You are more than able, of cutting through the cable Yeah, yeah (ah) I

Until I'm back in your arms again I'll be out here on the wind Through the middle of the night unknown I'm an asphalt cowboy Born to run underneath the stars Pay no mind to my lonely heart The sun has opened up my eyes

You look at me and wonder, you look at me and doubt, Darling your eyes are asking, "Will the flame burn out?" Well, no one is sure of sun shine, no one is sure of dawn, But I am sure my love will live on and on. I'll be tired of you when stars are

African idea Make the future clear And we are the scatterlings of Africa Copper sun sinking low Scatterlings and fugitives Hooded eyes and weary brows Seek refuge in the night They are the scatterlings of Africa Each uprooted one

But I never really know just where to find you Where to find you Try, try, try, but I Try, try, try, but I, but I I look for you in the center of the sun I took a pill but it didn't help me numb I see your face even when my eyes are shut I taste the