"Here's the car you will be driving. Radio works. Take the 10 out. On arriving, detour other road. Where every sign's a carved design. stick feather on with glue and run amok upon the lawn" The sun comes up and it just dawned on me: one thing's clear the times come when all of your love is drained
I've seen this scene I'll dream this dream and have now and then I lose my concentration to some twister again and I point mute in shrunken suit like all your weathermen now feeling wet and most alone into this shelter I am thrown and found dumb? at least I got this one thing clear: the times come when all of your love is drained
Crash on the east Grapevine and now that the blacktop's dried up you'll be tied up and I'll be fine...
Now that I've got your attention, a toast to the host. If that's a rope and wood invention then tie me to its post. There's a subject to consider since we both know each other too well. Forget the plumber, call a priest the convicts have all been released and I just screwed this up at least I think I have but you left me with this one thing clear: the times come when all of our love is drained. One thing's clear the time comes when all of your love is drained.