Everything happens to me. Your answer was goodbye and there was even postage due. I fell in love just once, and then it had to be with you. I make a date for golf, and you can bet your life it rains. I try to give a party, and the guy upstairs complains.

You're coming home to me, just remember You're coming home to me Anytime you say it with heart Anytime you're falling apart When you're washing the sheets Any stranger you meet When there's somebody waving goodbye It's a world full of bar rooms and

Cheatin' and lyin', steppin' all over you While your other man was out there, Am I wrong, fallin' in love with you Tell me am I wrong, well, fallin' in love with you While your other man was out there Uh - Sweet thing Tell me am I wrong, holdin' on to

Can you see me my love? Up there above when you were dying I was dying too, look for meaning in song But the meaning was gone 'cause I was crying I'll be there with you Right along with you if the heavens may break I hope for our sake that if they ever

There was nothing to fear, nothing to doubt Black-eyed angels swam with me A moon full of stars and astral cars And all the figures I used to see All my lovers were there with me All my past and futures And we all went to heaven in a little row boat I

No No turning back I'm banished from Sanctuary The darkness in me is filling me with pain There's no way to turn back for eternity In deserts I was preaching The hand of God was with me Baptized with water and I praised The one who came behind me To save

Wish I was there with you now Everything comes back to you And I want to tell you everything The words I never got to say the first time around And I remember everything From when we were the children playing in this fairground Drive highways and byways

Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen; And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between And we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore, Well, we're good old boys, we come

As predicted years ago: that that was, that is, that is no more There was a king (an evil king), who dreamt the wickedest of dreams Washington is next! Of seven empires falling; the wolf is at my door The quiet war has begun with silent weapons And the

You're face to face With the man who sold the world We passed upon the stair We spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there He said I was his friend Which came as some surprise