: Somewhere, a lonely girl lies weeping, A lonely man tries sleeping, But he's getting nowhere... Sometime, it may be close to morning, She thought
: When the angry sky, opens up its mouth, And lays down a belt of rain from the north to the south; Close your windows and close all your doors, And
the door will not open, You've thrown away the key... Oh stranger beware the life that you lead, Is filled with the warnings you can or will not read; Your castle
: A new moon is laughing up there in the sky, but My love is crying and I'll tell you why... Crisis and confusion when she came along, Followed by delusion
: Pass me the bottle, pass me the wine, Open your throttle, and I'll drive you right out of your mind, Watching the waves, watching the sky, I'm just
: Good morning, Blue Rider, and how was your night? Did you meet a nice woman, did she make you feel alright? I heard you came in from the country,
the grass is greener on the far side of the hill All you cowboys, take it easy, there's no grass there at all. In that city, far across the plains, In
: Where your love is, put your heart, guard these moments well, Where your dreams are, put your hopes, you know they will not fail you, When the sun
: Well, it's after midnight and the skies are shining bright, And a big fat moon is dancing on the sea, and I'm thinking oh my... And that old man in
: Flying, I thought I'd never learn that flying, I thought I'd spend my whole life trying, For flying is that ancient art of keeping one foot on the
Well, it's after midnight and the skies are shining bright, And a big fat moon is dancing on the sea, and I'm thinking oh my... And that old man in the
Somewhere, a lonely girl lies weeping, A lonely man tries sleeping, But he's getting nowhere... Sometime, it may be close to morning, She thought she
A new moon is laughing up there in the sky, but My love is crying and I'll tell you why... Crisis and confusion when she came along, Followed by delusion
Where your love is, put your heart, guard these moments well, Where your dreams are, put your hopes, you know they will not fail you, When the sun rises
Good morning, Blue Rider, and how was your night? Did you meet a nice woman, did she make you feel alright? I heard you came in from the country, looking
Flying, I thought I'd never learn that flying, I thought I'd spend my whole life trying, For flying is that ancient art of keeping one foot on the ground