I just brushed my teeth You know what that means A mouth full of foam And Im staring at me Im singing in your voice Ive been practicing Hoping one day
I kiss your face while your'e sleeping so i don't feel bad when i'm leaving i walk these streets till their dead ends like losing touch with your best
It's that time again When the movie ends and the credits begin I refuse to leave cause I don't want this to end I'm paralyzed I'm the last to give up
He tries to say a goodbye A mutual promise that for weeks will be fine I leave with a kiss And I'm always running here to there Never know when and if
It was our first holiday to share and the best I've ever known These memories come crashing back to chill me to the bone The tree up in the living room
I'm wandering the lower east side Where all the streets have stories My feet play the role of a folk singer strummin' the streets like guitar strings
My feet meet city streets and the wind can sting my cheeks all it wants i have every intention of spending my christmas money all in one nite if that
A smart man once said "You cant be wise and be in love at the same time" That's something i've come to realize I did my best to save my life You miss
I have it in me To meet my maker And ask him why he likes to play Such sick games with hearts and brains But i'm finding reasons To keep on breathing
Go quit your job joe, Do what you do Go be a writer joe, Work those issues Go break some hearts joe, They'll forgive you Just do what you do Write that
Singin' to an empty room i got no one to go home to it's just overkill cause i never get what i put in it's just another eyelash to the wind all the
I still believe you said everything, you ever said Because you meant it, and not just because we were sharing a bed And even though you meeting me,
It used to be red wine there in room 3-2-9 Over the river where we weren't well-known Now it's two coffees then off to the office Then back in the driveway
well i'm nimble and i'm nice like kris kringle but Joe I got caught, caught, got swindled me and a couple of boys at Kings Plaza walkin' through the mall
me the other day By the name of Joe Tex He said, 'Don, try to *'Hold To What You Got' But *'Ninety-Nine and a Half' won't do Like Wilson Pickett said
heard him tell that foreman get my little pink slip This run's too tough and I'm gonna quit Now the foreman that day happened to be old Joe Man, he
Kick my countrified soul Well, I heard it on the radio, they're comin' back to town Playin' at the Wilson County Fair Put in my forty and some overtime
heard him tell that foreman get my little pink slip This run's too tough and I'm gonna quit Now the foreman that day happened to be old Joe Man he was