Down the road sits the Big O Motel,
Where people
Christine made a little doll and it glowed in the
Do you fancy me, or am I living in make
In the muddy brown water where I wrote your name.
Is she lonesome now ? Is she all alone ?
Leave the sad things behind , they're not roses or
A southern breeze and this road I'm on,
I wonder
I don't care what they say,
I'm gonna keep it anyway.
I
Keep your arms open wide love,
'Cause I'm coming home,
There is a restless weight upon me, in the shape
I'm waiting, I wait, for the steps on the path,
I'm
Waiting for the sun to set in your eyes,
Thinking
The little yellow birds,
Do they cry for me,
Or
Which way can we go, only the moon casts a
I lost a bit moreWon a little messSaid good-bye to
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