Amanda said you have to go Amanda said it's time to go She said I'm tired of being homeless, restless. I confess I am wrong Listen, we are Listen, we
Too big Too strong Too weak Too long Too big Too strong Too weak Too long Too old Too proud Too soft Too loud To weep To moan To weep To moan To sleep
I'm touched by the same sad feeling of dread Just to know that you can't wait to see me dead An idea in your head and a compass in your hand On a mission
She smiles Then she laughs and then She rights the wheel On the road again While all you fear are her thighs A man makes a man a man is that the way
something, but How's about coming down? There's a time and place in which to be alone (but lately it just don't seem so alluring) You're no good not around Your
How'd I arrive in a place like this? Red right hand as the alligator kiss My head turns white but my face is green But my feet are still goin' if you
All this talking You'd think I'd have something to say But I'm just talking Like a siren getting louder and farther away From the energetic kids in the
You look so neat Everyday is your birthday You're such a treat I'm just a drip in your faucet Before the party's over Before the highway road Before
help me out again Yankee go Yankee go home The gas prices are getting higher As the rain falls upon dry land Yankee go home Senses burn man When the deck-hand
Some songs see us sailing away Navigating foreign borders And climbing the waves Someday your secret will be revealed Am I the one you're thinking of
: You look so neat Everyday is your birthday You're such a treat I'm just a drip in your faucet Before the party's over Before the highway road Before
s something, but Hows about coming down? There's a time and place in which to be alone (but lately it just don't seem so alluring) You're no good not around Your
: How'd I arrive in a place like this? Red [?] right hand as the alligator kiss. My head is [handshake's?] white And my face is green But my feet are
: (Instrumental)
help me out here Yankee go Yankee go home The gas prices are getting higher As the rain falls upon dry land Yankee go home Senses burn man when the deck-hand
: Some songs see us sailing away. Navigating foreign borders, and climbing the waves. Someday your secret will be revealed. Either one you're thinking
: Too big Too strong Too weak Too long Too big Too strong Too weak Too long Too old Too proud Too soft Too loud To weep To moan To weep To moan To sleep