I want a love that's right, right is only half of what's wrong I want a short-haired girl who sometimes wears it twice as long Now I'm stepping out this
(Matthew L. Moore / Tom Kosta) Well your father lends us a car, If we just won't go too far. And we always seem to come home late In't that funny
(Brooker) Black suspenders and high-heeled walk A painted mouth that says it wants to talk The offer's made and it's hard to miss but bear in mind
(Brooker) Called up to Camberley in '39 To play his part on the French front line He was full of hope, overflowing with tears He'd been on the earth
(Gary Brooker/Pete Sinfield) I've known some ladies That made me happy In so many different ways Like sweet Conchita And Isabella Back in my travelling
(Brooker / Fisher / Reid) There's a song you might remember It's been played a thousand times. And the words they keep returning, I know every single
(G. Brooker / I. Sutherland) When it's time for me to go and I hear that whistle blow I'll be waiting in line day or night Take my hand and lead
(Brooker) My temper's boiling like a thermal mire My heart is burning like a forest fire for you Sticking pins all over my effigy The pain's no worse
(Brooker) Take me by the hand Lead me to the water I will be your lamb Heading for the slaughter I've been away from home too long But I still
(Gary Brooker/Pete Sinfield) Wouldn't changed a single word Or touch a single note Of those old songs those New York Songs Of love that we once wrote
(Brooker) Rain is falling all around It seeps into the ground and it flows let it grow, let it grow Streams by water filled Feed rivers, turning
(Mickey Jupp) Switchboard Susan won't give me a line I need a doctor get me 999 The first time I picked up my telephone I fell in love with your
(Brooker) I keep rolling like a wagon wheel What keeps me going are these nerves of steel And two good hands to keep me clothed and fed A pair of
(Brooker / Fisher / Reid) There's a pile of papers I was going through Old reminders I was saving Released I had changed my view All because of you
(Brooker / Reid) 'All hands on deck, we've run afloat!' I heard the captain cry 'Explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!' Across
(Gary Brooker / Keith Reid) There was no more fear of flying Once the final word were spoke There was no more tears of crying It had all become a
(Brooker / Sutherland) I've been waiting For you to come home It's such a long time So all alone And when the night comes It hits me so hard Thinking
(Brooker / Fisher) My band was playing at a club just down the road The room was hot and they were dancing' toe to toe When in the corner - I saw
