Bali Ha’I may call you,
Any night, any day,
In your heart, you’ll hear it call you:
“Come away… Come away.”
A gathering of angels appeared above my head
They sang to me this song of hope, and this is what they said
They said come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Soft as the voice of an angel,
Breathing a lesson unheard,
Hope with a gentle persuasion
Whispers her comforting word:
Wait till the darkness is over,
Wait till the tempest is done,
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow,
After the shower is gone.
Those raindrops
Are falling on my head
They keep fallin’
I feel the rain falling on my face
I can say there is no better place
Than standing up in the falling down
In so much rain I could almost drown.
If the rain comes, they run and hide their heads
They might as well be dead
If the rain comes, if the rain comes
You’ve got me runnin’
You’ve got me hidin’
You’ve got me run, hide, hide, run
Anyway you wanna let it roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ve got me doin’ what you want me
A-baby why you wanna let go
I live my life like there’s no tomorrow
And all I’ve got I had to steal
Least I don’t need to beg or borrow
Yes, I’m living at a pace that kills
Runnin’ with the devil
Runnin’ with the devil
Wearin’ her wig hat and shades to match
She’s got high-heel shoes and an alligator hat
Wearin’ her pearls and her diamond rings
She’s got bracelets on her fingers, now, and everything
She’s the devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress,
Devil with the blue dress on
There’s one thing that he loves and that is flattery.
One week he’s in polka-dots, the next week he is in stripes.
'Cause he’s a dedicated follower of fashion.
How do I look?
Very good.
How do I look?
How do I look?
How do I look?
Very good. I must say I’m amazed.
I am a very stylish girl.
We got elegance
If you ain’t got elegance
You can never ever carry it off.
If you’re blue and you don’t know where to go to
Why don’t you go where fashion sits,
Puttin’ on the ritz.
Different types who wear a daycoat, pants with stripes
And cut away coat, perfect fits,
Puttin’ on the ritz.
Dressed up like a million dollar trouper
Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
When you’re alone and life is making you lonely
You can always go downtown
When you’ve got worries, all the noise and the hurry
Seems to help, I know, downtown
Mommy and Dad are never nervous or mad
When you teenagers go downtown.
Daddy and Mom just stay at home and be calm
And watch the late late show, uptown.
You’re just like crosstown traffic
So hard to get through to you
Crosstown traffic
I don’t need to run over you
At Junction 8 the traffic starts to slow
Artilleries of braking lights and bluish glow
Ascending in a plumage of twisted steel
Shattered glass and confetti dashed upon the wheel
Yeah, keep your eyes on the road, your hand upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Yeah, we’re goin’ to the Roadhouse
We’re gonna have a real
Good time
If you see a faded sign at the side of the road that says
“15 miles to the Love Shack”
Something better than this
Someplace I’d like to go
To let all I’ve learned
Tell me what I know
About the kind of life
I never thought I’d live
Till the ugly truth
Showed me what it did
Let it pass on the side of the road
What a friend could tell me now