By the dark of the moon I planted
But there came an early snow
There’s been a hoot-owl howling by my window now
For six nights in a row
She’s coming for me, I know
And on Wildfire we’re both gonna go
She walks these hills in a long black veil,
She visits my grave when the night winds wail,
Nobody knows,
Nobody sees,
Nobody knows but me…
Well your nobody called today,
She hung up when I asked her name,
Well I wonder does she think she’s being clever?
You say nobody’s after you,
The fact is what you say is true,
But I can love you like nobody can, even better.
And you’ll all say
“Oh, well I never, was there ever
A cat so clever as magical
Mr. Mistoffelees”
She comes out of the sun, in a silk dress, running
Like a watercolor in the rain.
Don’t bother asking for explanations,
She’ll just tell you that she came,
In the year of the cat.
Memories light the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories of the way we were
Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another for the way we were
Pictures of Lily made my life so wonderful
Pictures of Lily helped me sleep at night
Pictures of Lily solved my childhood problems
Pictures of Lily helped me feel alright
He’s the lily of the valley,
The bright and morning sun…
Listen, people, to a story,
That was written long ago,
'bout a kingdom on a mountain,
And the valley folks below.
On the mountain was a treasure,
Hidden deep beneath a stone,
And the valley people swore,
They’d have it for their very own.
Listen to a story about man named Jed,
A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed,
Then one day he was shootin’ up grub,
And up from the ground came a bubblin’ crude…
Here’s my story, it’s sad but true
It’s about a girl that I once knew
She took my love then ran around
With every single guy in town
And if they had the words I could tell to you
To help you on your way down the road
I couldn’t quote you no Dickens, Shelley or Keats
'Cause it’s all been said before
Make the best out of the bad, just laugh it off
You didn’t have to come here anyway, so remember –
Every picture tells a story don’t it?
Every picture tells a story don’t it?
Every picture tells a story don’t it?
Every picture tells a story don’t it?
Every picture tells a story don’t it?
Every picture tells a story don’t it
I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can’t look at you while I’m lying next to her
My favorite picture of you
Is the one where you’re staring
Straight into the lens
Just a Polaroid shot
Someone took on the spot
No beginning, no end.
I got a Nikon camera,
I love to take a photograph,
So mama don’t take my Kodachrome away.
If a picture paints a thousand words,
Then why can’t I paint you?
The words will never tell the you I’ve come to know…
I’ve got your picture, I’ve got your picture
I’d like a million of you all 'round my cell
I want the doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
Hey pancreas, hey pancreas,
You are my favorite organ,
Hey pancreas, hey pancreas,
I can’t think of anything that rhymes with organ…
All we need is a drummer
For people who only need a beat
I’m gonna add a little guitar
And make it easy to move your feet
I’m gonna add some bottom
So that the dancers just won’t hide
You might like to hear my organ
I said ride Sally ride
Mustang Sally, think you better slow your mustang down,
Mustang Sally, think you better slow your mustang down,
You been running all over the town now,
Oh! I guess I’ll have to put your flat feet on the ground.