(Running on) Running on empty
(Running on) Running blind
(Running on) Running into the sun but I’m running behind
[Instrumental theme from Chariots of Fire]
Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my spear, O clouds unfold
Bring me my chariot of fire
She’s my little deuce coupe
You don’t know what I got
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night.
Blinded by the light.
*[Burpo, that is almost a perfect Haiku!]
*So love the one you hold
And I’ll be your goal
To have and to hold
A lover of the lights
Well there’s a rose in a fisted glove
And the eagle flies with the dove
And if you can’t be with the one you love honey
Love the one you’re with
Did you ever have to make up your mind?
You pick up on one and leave the other one behind
It’s not often easy and not often kind
Did you ever have to make up your mind?
It’s so easy
When everybody’s tryin’ to please me, baby
I’m easy. Yes, I’m easy. Take my hand and pull me down
I won’t put up any fight because I’m easy
I’m easy. Say the word I’ll play your game
As though that’s how it ought to be because I’m easy.
Easy to be hard
[Is there a prize for one-liners, OP?]
Tequila!
But there’s booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby
Frosty the snowman was a jolly, happy soul
I’m a soul man.
Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
I’m a travelin’ man, I’ve made a lot of stops all over the world
My mama was the cold North wind,
My daddy was the son, of a railroad man from west of hell,
Where the trains don’t even run……
Never heard the whistle of a southbound freight,
Or the singing of it’s driving wheel,
No I, never did not wanderin’, never did not wanderin’
Never did not wanderin’ after all.
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such