I got some money in my pocket I got some time to kill I got some sunshine in a blue on blue sky I got some bad news on my radio I gotta jam in the south
I can't believe this time I'm leaving All along you'd thought I'd stay But a man's got to do what his heart Tells him to come what may So I guess this
(1) You said you loved me, Don't know why I thought you'd be, the kind of woman, that'd leave a man in misery. I was wrong all along, but too stubborn
When I first saw you, you looked alien Like someone in mid dance like a little old man When you first held me in your tiny grip You seemed just like Popeye
Still don't know what I was waiting for And my time was running wild, a million dead-end streets Every time I thought I'd got it made It seemed the taste
She sleeps with the windows open Yet she's still locked safe inside And to block out the sounds of the city's commotion She turns her fan up on high
Joshua was an old man His beard like mountain snow And when I was a boy we'd have jam sessions I'd sneak off to old sharptop With my guitar I would go
What I feel, I can't say But my love is there for you anytime of day But if it's not love that you need Then I'll try my best to make everything succeed
On a mantle made of oakwood There's a photograph from my childhood It was taken in the desert early light I look a lot like a leprechaun With a Mexican
up at the nostrils of the sandstone savior And wonder if it can smell all this bullshit 'Cause I sure can and I'm only 5 years old In Salt Lake City
Your show is over, don't you know it It's time to take a bow Where you gonna run to now? Now in 5 more years she'll be 23 In a lot of ways she's just
turned into a sad one And autumn wind reminded him that the circus had come and gone So he opened a pack of swisher sweets whistles down the first one
One call it first year blue Now I've been married about six months Only six months you see The first three months was all okay The last three is killin
und Drang I just want to get drunk and head bang So much for the ten year plan So much for the ten year plan So much for the ten year plan You're just
When I first saw you you looked alien Like someone in mid dance Like a little old man When you first held me in your tiny grip You seemed just like Popeye
on her kissin', And then she failed to shine my shoes, My shirts they came up wrinkled, My pants with dirt were sprinkled, And then I took the first year
Перевод: Alphaville. Первый понедельник (в 3000 году) (нем. замены).