Hmmm…funny you should mention that, because I was born in a small town, and I can breathe in a small town. Gonna die in this small town, yeah, that’s prob’ly where they’ll bury me…
Just sweet sixteen, and now you’re gone, they’ve taken you away. I’ll never kiss your lips again, they buried you today. Teen Angel, can you hear me?
Just call me angel of the morning (or angel, for short.) Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby. Then slowly walk away from me.
She told me to walk this way, walk this way!
And, apparently, she changed her mind quickly. She said, “Daddy, don’t you walk so fast. Daddy, slow down some ‘cause you’re makin’ me run, Daddy, don’t you walk so fast.” Why she called me Daddy, I’ll never know…
Reminds me that it’s time I’m walkin’ to New Orleans. I’m walkin’ to New Orleans.
I’m going to need two pair of shoes when I get through walkin’ to you, when I get back to New Orleans.
Baby, please don’t go. Baby, please don’t go. Baby, please don’t go back to New Orleans. You know I love you so.
But I’d rather spend eternity eating shards of broken glass than spend one more minute with you!
That’s why I’m praying for the end of time; it’s all that I can do. I’m praying for the end of time, so I can end my time with you.
Tiiiiime is on my side, yes it is.
Time has come today. Young hearts can go their way. Can’t put it off another day, I don’t care what others say. They say we don’t listen anyway. Time has come today.
Time, time, time, see what’s become of me. While I looked around for my possibilities, I was so hard to please. But look around, leaves are brown, and the sky is a hazy shade of winter
But today there is no day or night. Today there is no dark or light. Today there is no black or white, only shades of gray.
Don’t be ridiculous. Of course there is black and white. The ink is black. The page is white. Together we learn to read and write. A child is black, a child is white. The whole world looks upon the sight, a beautiful sight. And now a child can understand that this is the law of all the land, all the land.
Cruel-hearted orb that rules the night,
Robs the colours from our sight…
Red is grey and yellow…white.
But we decide which is right.
…And which is the illusion?
I never believed in things that I couldn’t see. I said “if I can’t feel it, then how can it be?” No, no magic could happen to me. And then I saw you. I couldn’t believe it, you took my heart. I couldn’t retrieve it, said to myself “what’s it all about?” Now I know there can be no doubt. You can do magic!
What’s it all about, Alfie? Is it just for the moment we live?
Who’s reachin’ out to capture a moment? Everyone knows it’s Windy.
But you are young, and life is long, and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run. You missed the starting gun. So you run, and you run, to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking; racing around to come up behind you again. Well, the sun is the same, in a relative way, but you’re older: Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death.
Cheery, aint it?
Every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break, every step you take, I’ll be watching you.