Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain so yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a young and callow fellow,
Try to remember and if you remember then follow.
Pale moon
Burning sun
Remember
Walking in the sand
Remember
Walking hand in hand
Remember
The night was so exciting
Remember
Your lips were so inviting
Then you touched my cheek
With your fingertips
Softly, softly we met with our lips
Fingertips
Fingertips
Fingertips
I hear the wind blow
I hear the wind blow
It seems to say, “Hello, Hello,
I’m the one who loves you so.”
Hey now everybody now
Hey now everybody
Hey now everybody now
Who’s that standing out my window?
I found a new friend
Underneath my pillow
I’m pleading to you now,
Hey baby, let me try,
To be the one who’s gonna light your fire.
Aha, What your friends all say is fine,
But it can’t compete with this pillow talk of mine.
Pale moon
Burning sun
When will I be with my only one…
Pale moon
Pale moon…
The very thought of you makes my heart sing
Like an April breeze on the wings of spring
And you appear in all your splendor
My one and only love
The shadows fall and spread their mystic charms
In the hush of night while you’re in my arms
I feel your lips, so warm and tender
My one and only love
We won’t hesitate
To break down the garden gate
There’s not much time left today
Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you’re going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
They will live again in freedom
In the garden of the Lord
They will walk behind the plough-share
They will put away the sword
The chain will be broken
And all men will have their reward!
Broken lines, broken strings
Broken threads, broken springs
Broken idols, broken heads
People sleeping in broken beds
Ain’t no use jiving, ain’t no use joking
Everything is broken
Broken bottles, broken plates
Broken switches, broken gates
Broken dishes, broken parts
Streets are filled with broken hearts
Broken words never meant to be spoken
Everything’s broken
You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain
Too much love drives a man insane
You broke my will, but what a thrill
Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire
I wasn’t expecting this
Now everything is destroyed
Underneath us are the nothings
Underneath them is a void
Beyond that void is a place
Where figments from bad dreams are banished
Childhood nightmares all come seeking
And adult logic nearly vanished
Chaos
Welcome to my nightmare,
Welcome to my breakdown,
I hope I didn’t scare you,
That’s just the way we are when we come down.
We sweat and laugh and scream here,
'cause life is just a dream here,
You know inside you feel right at home here.
Life could be a dream (sh-boom)
If I could take you up in paradise up above (sh-boom)
If you would tell me I’m the only one that you love
Life could be a dream, sweetheart
Hello, hello again, sh-boom and hopin’ we’ll meet again
When I fell
Deep inside Her
And I fell
Some kind of heaven
Give me
Give me
Give me
Some kind of heaven
(Such lights She gives as guide my barque)
(That holds my heaven and holds my hell)
(Love of my life)
(Man is so infinitely small)
(Man is so infinitely great!)
Heaven must be missin’ an angel,
Missin’ one angel, child,
'Cause you’re here with me right now.
With an angel on my shoulder
There is wonder in my eyes
As the hand of father time turns another page
With every new sunrise
and every day as I grow older
I try to be the best I can and try to understand
Angel on my shoulder watching over me
To make me who I am and all I hope to be
Angel on my shoulder
The earth beneath my feet
I’m a lucky lucky man
Maybe the sun’s light will be dim
And it won’t matter anyhow
If morning’s echo says we’ve sinned
It was what I wanted now
And if we’re victims of the night
I won’t be blinded by the light
Just call me angel of the morning, (angel)
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, (angel)
Then slowly turn away
Blinded by the light,
Revved up like a deuce,
Another runner in the night…
Just a little deuce coupe with a flathead mill
But she’ll walk a Thunderbird like she’s standin’ still
She’s ported and relieved and she’s stroked and bored.
She’ll do a hundred and forty with the top end floored
She’s my little deuce coupe
You don’t know what I got