Well - the last thing I remember, Doc, I started to swerve
And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve
I know I’ll never forget that horrible sight
I guess I found out for myself that everyone was right
“Won’t come back from Dead Man’s Curve”
We were out on a date in my daddy’s car
We hadn’t driven very far
There in the road, up straight ahead
A car was stalled, the engine was dead
I couldn’t stop, so I swerved to the right
I’ll never forget the sound that night
The screamin’ tires, the bustin’ glass
The painful scream that I heard last.
Tell Laura I love her, tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die
But in the real world
We must say real goodbyes
No matter if the love will live
It will never die
In the real world
There are things that we can’t change
And endings come to us
In ways that we can’t rearrange
But I won’t cry for yesterday
There’s an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive
A fool will lose tomorrow reaching back for yesterday
I won’t turn my head in sorrow if you should go away
I’ll stand here and remember just how good it’s been
And I know I’ll never love this way again
But what a fool believes, he sees
No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems to be
Is always better than nothing
Than nothing at all
But I’m never gonna make it without you,
Do you really wanna see me crawl?
And I’m never gonna make it like you do,
Making love out of nothing at all.
Making Love Out Of Nothing At All – Air Supply
-“BB”-
Do you really want to hurt me?
Do you really want to make me cry?
Precious kisses, words that burn me
Lovers never ask you why
For every little kiss there’s a little teardrop
For every single thrill there’s another heartache
The road is rough
The going gets tough
Love is a hurtin’ thing
Oh, love is a hurtin’ thing
The road is long
With a many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows when
But I’m strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother
I, I, I said brother if you only knew
You’d wish that you were in my shoes
You just keep on usin’ me
Until you use me up
Until you use me up
Walk a mile in my shoes
Walk a mile in my shoes
Hey, before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Walk a mile in my shoes
But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man walks a thousand miles
To fall down at your door
If you miss the train I’m on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendall Square station
And he changed for Jamaica Plain
When he got there the conductor told him, “One more nickel”
Charlie couldn’t get off of that train!
But did he ever return?
No, he never returned and his fate is still unlearned
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston
He’s the man who never returned
I’m a sailor peg
And I lost my leg
Climbing up the topsails
I lost my leg!
I’m shipping up to Boston (whoa)
I’m shipping up to Boston (whoa)
I’m shipping up to Boston (whoa)
I’m shipping off
To find my wooden leg
Please come to Boston for the Springtime
I’m stayin’ here with some friends and they’ve got lotsa room
You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk
By a café where I hope to be workin’ soon
Please come to Boston
She said “No-would you come home to me?”
Now, the first of December was covered with snow
So was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
Though the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frostin’
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go
It was just after dark when the truck started down
The hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania
Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas
Carrying thirty thousand pounds (hit it Big John) of bananas