Blue, songs are like tattoos You know I've been to sea before Crown and anchor me or let me sail away Hey blue, there is a song for you Ink on a pin
Rows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the
could drink a case of you, darling And I would still be on my feet Oh, I would still be on my feet Oh, I am a lonely painter I live in a box of paints
They paved paradise Put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique And a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you
The firmament of Tinsel Town Is strung with tungsten stars Lot's of forty watt successes He says, "Where's my own shining hour?" He's the well kept secret
world you might be And what you might mean to me You called me beautiful, you called your mother, she was very tanned So you packed your tent and you went to live
I slept last night in The Fairmont hotel I went shoppin' today for jewels Wind rushed around in the dirty town And the children let out from the schools
hate you some, I love you some Oh, I love you when I forget about me I wanna be strong, I wanna laugh along I wanna belong to the living Alive, alive
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68 And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark
The wind is in from Africa, last night I couldn't sleep Oh you know it sure is hard to leave here Carey, but it's really not my home My fingernails are
I'll try to keep myself open up to you That's a promise that I made to love When it was new, "Just like Jericho" I said "Let these walls come tumbling
