Number of Lyrics in Album : 6
By David Wilcox, Ahhhh.........
I'd be dead by 33
That was my best guess
But hey,
By David Wilcox, I love your sense of humor.
I love to see
By David Wilcox, Riding out into the night
You know why and where to
By David Wilcox, Circus-boy run-away steely-eyed gypsy
Seems to be adjusted to the clatter
By David Wilcox, A tattered old kite
must have been spring when you got
By David Wilcox, in the deep of the darkest night
there's a beacon of