There's a little cafe' on the corner of town Lucy works there 'til the sun goes down It ain't very much but she brings home the bacon and the bread We
At sixteen she quit high school to make her fortune in the promised land She got a job behind the counter in an all night hamburger stand She wrote faithfully
At sixteen she quit high school To make a fortune in the promised land She got a job behind the counter In an all-night hamburger stand She rode faithfully
She said we could just sleep together, There'd be nothing wrong. We could just hold each other with our clothes on. I went to answer, I don't think we
The way you fix my tie in the morning And always brush my coat before I go The hurried kiss I get from you when I'm leaving It's the little things that
Stranger livin' in my house I'm writing this letter to you There's a few odds and ends in my house that I neglected to do Take care of the little things
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis) How long has it been Since you got up on the early side a' mornin'? And saw the sun a-risin' Bright an' shiny on the eastern
[Featuring Ivan Matias] See the birds as they fly away Making htings for another day And the hearts of the lonely ones Found in you they can trust There
Mieux vaut ne penser a rien que de pas penser dutout, Rien c'est deja, rien c'est deja beaucoup, On se souvient de rien et puisqu'on oublie tout, Rien
(Written by Bruce Springsteen) At 16, she quit high school, to make her fortune in the Promised Land. She got a job behind the counter at an all-night
It's the way you stroke my hair while I am sleepin' It's the way you tell me things I don't know It's the way you remember I came home late for dinner
Jamie: The rain on the porch of our house in Box County The warmth of the folks by the fire inside The hammock I swung on while figuring out The world
Great big houses with great big rooms Were not fashioned for brides and grooms A little place is where we should be Great big troubles and great big
At 16 she quit high school To make a fortune in the promise land Got a job behind the counter Of an all-night hamburger stand She wrote faithfully home
DIE KLEINEN DINGE DES LEBENS SCHENKT DIR DER HIMMEL VERGEBENS WENN DU NICHT SIEHST DAss DIE BLUMEN BLüHEN üBER DIR STERNE GLüHEN NIMMST
It's the way you stroke my hair when I lie sleepin' It's the way you tell me things that I don't know It's the way that you remember I came home late
Everywhere I have been I have seen The same things Lots of things Every sound I have heard Every word Every word Wicked word Every word In the world
All the small things True care, truth brings I'll take one lift Your ride best trip Always, I know You'll be at my show Watching, waiting, commiserating