For the hot-blooded mountain love is calling me again
And the vagabond within me cries
The wind and rain might burn my eyes but I won’t feel the pain
For the mountains and Marian will greet me there as only she can do
I’m kinda tempted to go and see my Bessie again,
Up on Cripple Creek she sends me,
If I spring a leak she mends me,
I don’t have to speak she defends me…
I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go
Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion
I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like lovers do
I want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you?
Rain drops keep falling on my head,
Thst doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red,
Crying’s not for me…
Away out here they’ve got a name
For rain and wind and fire
The rain is Tess,
The fire’s Joe
And they call the wind Maria
Like the pine trees lining the winding road
I got a name, I got a name
Like the singing bird and the croaking toad
I got a name, I got a name
And I carry it with me like my daddy did
But I’m living the dream that he kept hid
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song, sounds like she’s singin’
Whoo, whoo, whoo
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song, sounds like she’s singin’
Whoo, baby, whoo
Said, whoo
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose -
Nothin’, don’t mean nothin’, hon’, if it ain’t free, no, no
Come on with me, tramps like us
baby we were born to run
Third boxcar, midnight train, destination: Bangor, Maine.
Old worn out clothes and shoes,
I don’t pay no union dues,
I smoke old stogies I have found short, but not too big around
I’m a man of means by no means, king of the road.
There’s a lone soldier on the cross
Smoke pourin’ out of a boxcar door
You didn’t know it, you didn’t think it could be done
In the final end he won the wars
After losin’ every battle
[Maine and trains, you say? Hmm…]
Come lift my spirit up, I’m Blaine!
I am nothing but at train and
I assume that you don’t like me
I’m insane but not yet crazy
I will never let you go
Enjoy the ride you’ll stay with me
Stay with me, I’ll stay with you
I’ll stay with you
I am the one I am the one
The godlike terror train
The superior, artificial brain
Feel free to call me Blaine
So in the morning
Please don’t say you love me
'Cause you know I’ll only kick you out the door
Yea I’ll pay your cab fare home
You can even use my best cologne
Just don’t be here in the morning when I wake up
Stay with me
Stay with me
'Cause tonight you better stay with me
Darling you got to let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
If you say that you are mine
I’ll be here 'til the end of time
So you got to let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
Cara Mia why must we say goodbye?
Each time we part my heart wants to die
Darling hear my prayer
Cara Mia fair
I’ll be your love till the end of time
Seven Spanish angels took another angel home…
Too young to explain
Snot love in Spain
Snot love in vain
There’s a word in Spanish I don’t understand
But I heard it in a film one time spoken by the leading man
He said it with devotion, he sounded so sincere
And the words he spoke in Spanish brought the female lead to tears