I’ve come to realize
Every little glimpse, you fade
I was told that I could fly
When least expected, cloud connected
All his life, people said he’s been actin’ like a kid
He did not know he could not fly, so he did
Me and my Arrow, takin’ the high road
Wherever we go everyone knows
It’s me and my Arrow
Me and you and a dog named boo
How I love being a free man
Tonight is going to be a good good night!!
Irene, good night, Irene good night
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I’ll see you in my dreams.
Ooh, dream weaver
I believe you can get me through the night
Ooh, dream weaver
I believe we can reach the morning light
I’m dreaming of a city
It was my own invention
And I put the wheels in motion
A time for big decisions
I’ll be a big noise with all the big boys, so much stuff I will own
And I will pray to a big god, as I kneel in the big church
Bad boys running wild
If you don’t play along with their games
Bad boys running wild
And you better get out of their way
Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do,
Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
And Momma, some bad talk goin’ round town sayin’ that Papa had three outside children
And another wife, and that ain’t right
I’m a traveling man
Made a lot of stops, all over the world
And in every part, I own the heart
Of at least one lovely girl
This girl is a woman now.
She’s learned how to give.
She’s found out what it’s all about
And she’s learning, learning, learning to live.
Stop! In the name of love.
Don’t stop me now
I’m having such a good time
I’m having a ball
Viva. the beautiful game.
Raise your voice for the people’s sport.
Lone live the bountiful game.
Those who play, those who support.
Sick as a parrot, over the moon.
Score a couple more for a wonderful game, a magical game.
Thank God for football.
When you get caught between the moon and New York City,
The best that you can do is fall in love.
The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome is of another day
I’ve been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan
I’m going home to my city by the Bay
Amsterdam was always good for grieving
London never fails to make me blue
Paris never was my kinda town
So I just walked around with the Fort Worth blues