- Be Careful, It's My Heart
Sweetheart of mine, I've sent you a Valentine
Sweetheart of mine, it's more than a Valentine
Be careful, it's my heart
It's not my watch you're holding, it's my heart
It's not the note I sent you
That you quickly burned
- Calling you
A desert road from Vegas to nowhere
Someplace better than where you've been
A coffee machine that needs some fixing
In a little café just around the bend
I am calling you
I am calling you
Can't you hear me?
- God Will
Who keeps on trusting you
When you been cheating
Spending your nights on the town
Who keeps on saying
That she still wants you
When you're through runnin' around
Who keeps on lovin' you
When you been lyin'
- Hum Drum Blues
[verse 1]:
Life can be mighty monotonous,
we`re always battlin` boredom;
But where, tell me, where,
has it gotten us?
Ev`rything`s still
so doggone humdrum:
- Make It Go Away
Make it go away or make it better
Isnt that what love is supposed to do?
Make it go away or make it better
Cause I would do either one for you
This is not the way you should see me
This is not the face I recognize
Could I lay my head down here for a moment?
- Onion Girl
I'm a bit unstable, she said
With a Cheshire grin
So many cracks in my sidewalk, boy
Don't you fall in.
Feels like the things that I've wanted
The most in this life
I can't have
- Purple Avenue
I slow down, Purple Avenue
To march around in April's shoes
Weathervanes remind
Of the summertimes that I've left behind
Money's gone, for Auld Lang Syne
I spent on eastern standard time
Whatever happened to my roll
- Tango Till They're Sore
TOM WAITS
"Tango Till They're Sore"
Well ya play that Tarantella
All the hounds they start to roar
And the boys all go to hell
Then the Cubans hit the floor
And they drive along the pipeline
- The House Is Haunted By The Echo Of Your Last Goodbye
The house is haunted
By the echo of your last goodbye
The house is haunted
By the memories that refuse to die
I can't get away from the
vision that brings
Intimate glimpses of intimate things
A voice in my heart like a
- Timbuktu
On the roof chimneys grin
Smoking their pipes like bitter winds
forever
There's nothing now
But broken glass
Shot to the touch
Nothing lasts like Romeo dressed in rags