| I want a fresh start.
I want a new present.
I want the past back.
I want the future to be tomorrow.
I want my heart repaired.
I want my mother for a best friend.
I want a best friend for a love.
I want a love for life.
I want to peddle up a hill.
I want to phone my Dad.
I want.
I want.
I want to want to stand. |
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| Everyday is worse than the day before.
Every blue sky is more beautiful than the last.
Each one is more painful to see.
Each cloud holds something of the past. |
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| New Georgia Gal - A 12-bar Blues
I wanted to escape from the state I was in
I wanted to escape from the state I was in
So I jumped in my car and eloped with my Oklahoma man
But now I get tired of my obsession with my own state of mind
I get so tired of my own state of mind
Feeling like a drowning sack of kittens - I can't chew through the twine
I'm so unhappy with a sadness in my brain
Yes, I am so unhappy with a sadness in my brain
And a squeaky-wheeled shopping cart in my stomach or rolling around in my veins
But you've got talent, you know, all those lies upon your lips
You've got talent, oh, with all those lies on your lips
All that wandering around is wearing holes in your denim hips
So don't talk anymore, 'cause I'm moving on now
No, don't talk anymore, baby, I'm moving on now
I'm gonna jump in my car and drive off with my new Georgia gal |
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| Sweep Me All
Well, good morning, Naureen
See you're back sweeping again today
And I'm sure I'll be seeing you tomorrow
But I won't even notice you're there
I won't be aware of anything
As you sweep
Sweep
Sweep
Sweep it all away
Good evening, everyone
I swept up just like I did yesterday
And I'm sure I'll be sweeping tomorrow
But you don't even notice I'm there
You won't be aware of anything
Til you sweep
Sweep
Sweep
Sweep me all away |
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| To the one who dropped me in a weekend
Dropped me like a sack of kittens
Over a bridge
Into a lake
Stop it |
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