Touch the hurt and don’t let go
Get in line with the things you know
Learn to cry like a baby
Then the hurting won’t come back
Well, everybody hurts sometimes
Everybody cries
Everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes
It hurts to be in love, when the only one you love
Turns out to be someone who’s not in love with you.
It hurts to love her so, when deep down inside you know,
She will never want you, no matter what you do.
I want you, I need you
But- there ain’t no way I’m ever gonna love you
Now don’t be sad
'Cause two out of three ain’t bad
Come and knock on our door
We’ve been waiting for you
Where the kisses are hers and hers and his
Three’s company too
Why do we never get an answer when we’re knocking at the door?
With a thousand million questions about hate and death and war?
'Cause when we stop and look around us there is nothing that we need
In a world of persecution that is burning in its greed
It’s just that the thought of us so happy
Appears in my mind, as a beautifully mysterious thing
Yes it does now baby
Questions 67 and 68.
Well, they’ll stone ya when you’re walkin’ ‘long the street
They’ll stone ya when you’re tryin’ to keep your seat
They’ll stone ya when you’re walkin’ on the floor
They’ll stone ya when you’re walkin’ to the door
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo g’ joob goo goo goo g’ job
It’s un-in-tel-ligible
I just can’t get it through my skull
It’s hard to bargle nawdle zouss
With all these marbles in my mouth
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, oh no
You’re a three-decker sauerkraut-and-toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce!
(Kill THAT earworm, my pretties!)
How about them lunch toters, ain’t they a bunch? Goin’ off to work a-totin’ their lunch.
Totin’ them vittles. Totin’ that chow. Eatin’ it later. Totin’ it now.
Boy, you’re going to carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time
Oh you gonna take me home tonight
Oh down beside that red fire light
Oh you gonna let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round
Take, take me home
Cos I don’t remember
Take, take me home, oh lord
Cos I’ve been a prisoner all my life
And I can say to you
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
Ancient…mirror image cast, reminds you…the future’s like the past
Time split into a close field, hauntin’ you…usin’ up your fear
SOMETHIN’ HATEFUL IN YOUR HEAD-KICK IT OUT
You stole it hard but your wings are dead
Fly home
Life in the city can make you crazy for sounds of the sand and the sea.
Life in a high-rise can make you hungry for things that you can’t even see.
Fly away, fly away, fly away.
I wish that I could fly
Into the sky
So very high
Just like a dragonfly
Sometimes
I feel like I want to fly
Reach out to the painted sky
A prisoner to the wind
A bird on the wing