الأغاني:
Jules

I'm bobbin' and I'm floating And I'm praying for dry land For some hard concrete and city street A place that's build to stand The last time that you

It's a custom made afternoon With shrinking hands I can't keep to myself Springtime...Saturday Perfect in an easy way And it's a customary sin For angels

They never tell you truth is subjective They only tell you not to lie They never tell you there's strength in vulnerability They only tell you not to

Boy when out on a boat tonight Waiting on his lover Seen his mermaid bride in the moonlight And the arms of another She said "standing on the water is

Old man on a barstool watching TV Got up and came over to sit closer to me He said "You look familiar to someone I knew But when were your age we were

Don't you know nobody lives here by choice anymore Don't you know no one rides for free Don't you know there's nothing that's just pretty like before

Keep up conversation Pick up catch phrase Lay it down On the freaky side of town Don't let me seem so Don't let me wander too far Don't let me take too

I've been there - believe me Crimes committed are unintentional After the party we all went home alone All the industry boys were still laughing and drinking

Away like fools *** verse 2 I was saying my prayers g d | em c He was combing his hair g d | em c In a country that began with a g d | em c 'j' for jules