Paint what you know, not what you see
Hope blinds reason,
There's nothing very funny
About a man making money
Off a blonde
Faith has a good side
Still, everyone she ever loved,
They
We
Lay on our backs in the grass
Silently watching the
My house was built for loving not a theatre of
Watching the sun coming up over Mount Washington
Forever testing your
Now you're sitting on a Paris train
Laughin' at your own
If we should meet again
on some darkened street
pack in it
Tired, but I ain't sleepin'
Thinking about some sad affair
And why
Do you even know what goes on in a heart