If you’re feeling sad and lonely,
There’s a service I can render
Tell the one who loves you only
I can be so warm and tender
Call me
Don’t be afraid, you can call me
Maybe it’s late, but just call me
Tell me, and I’ll be around
Color me your color, baby
Color me your car
Color me your color, darling
I know who you are
Come up off your color chart
I know where you are coming from
Call me (Call me) on the line
Call me, call me any, anytime
Call me (Call me) I’ll arrive
You can call me any day or night
Call me
A Way Out Here They’ve Got A Name
For Wind And Rain And Fire
The Rain Is Jack The Fire Is Joe
And They Call The Wind Mariah
The shutters are down and the curtains are closed
And I’ve covered my tracks
Disposed of the car
And I’ll try to forget even your name
And the way that you look
When you’re sleeping
Dreaming of this
Way out
Way out of here
I keep a record of the wreckage of my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize
I’m no sweet dream, but I’m a hell of a night
That I’m no sweet dream, but I’m a hell of a night
I’m not much of a man by the light of day
But by night I’m one hell of a lover
Oh, be my lover, yeah
Oh, be my lover
I know you wanna be my lover
I know you wanna be mine, oh
Daytime friends and nighttime lovers,
Hoping no one else discovers
Where they go, what they do, in their secret hideaway.
Daytime Friends – Kenny Rogers
-“BB”-
Then you came into my heart
We knew for a start
Each word like a book
With your spirit flowing…over me
Don’t bother to close your heart
Let’s drink honey in the park
Swap hats and go for free
To our secret garden
Saturday in the park
I think it was the Fourth of July
Saturday in the park
I think it was the Fourth of July
People dancing, people laughing
A man selling ice cream
Singing Italian songs
I couldn’t understand it
My days were in a daze
Is it bloody Sunday
I’d better save my prayers
Oh yeah, oh yeah
And when the stars came down
I was higher than the 4th of July
Whizzing right across the sky
High, high, higher
You’ve got your habits
I’ve got my customs
I’m sure you know it’s got to be this way
No hesitation
And in the future
We’ll celebrate our Independence Day
Skyrockets in flight
Afternoon Delight
I go off to work on Monday morning
Tuesday, I go off to honeymoon
I’ll be back again before it’s time for sunny-down
I’ll be lazing on a Sunday afternoon
My baby takes the morning train
He works from 9 to 5 and then
He takes another home again
To find me waiting for him
Working for a rise, better my station
Take my baby to sophistication
She’s seen the ads, she thinks it’s nice
Better work hard - I seen the price
Never mind that it’s time for the bus
We got to work - an’ you’re one of us
Clocks go slow in a place of work
Minutes drag and the hours jerk
Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown
Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer
Or the misfit so alone
Loneliness is a cloak you wear
A deep shade of blue is always there
The sun ain’t gonna shine anymore
The moon ain’t gonna rise in the sky
The tears are always cloudin’ your eyes
When you’re without love, baby
I used to follow, yeah, that’s true
But my following days are over
Now I just gotta follow through
And I remember what my father said
He said, “Son, life is simple”
It’s either cherry red
Or midnight blue
Oh, oh
Midnight blue
Oh, oh
Pale blue eyes
Gazing down
From your ivory tower
Through the haze
All broken and bruised
Then out of the blue
Love came rushing in
Out of the sky
Came the sun
Out of left field
Came a lucky day
Out of the blue
No more pain