Tekst :
Johnny s always running around, trying to find certainty.He needs all the world to confirm, that he aint lonely
Mary counts walls, knows he tires easily
Johnny thinks the world would be right, if it would buy, truth from him.
Mary says he changes his mind, more than a woman.
But she made her bed, even when the chance was slim.
Johnny says he s willing to learn, when he decides, he s a fool.
Johnny say s he ll live any where, when he earns time to.
Mary combs her hair, says she should be use to it.
Mary always edges her bets, she neve rknows, what to think.
She says that he still acts, like he s being discovered.
Scared that he ll get caught, without a second thought
Johnny feels he s wasting his breath, trying to talk, sense to her
Mary says he s lacking a real, sense of proportion
So she combs her hair, knows he tires easily
Johnny s always running around, trying to find certainty.
He needs all the world to confirm, that he aint lonely
Mary counts walls, says she should be use to it.
Tekst :
Wise man, you won t beTo follow the like of me
In this world made of stone
Such a long way to go
We may disagree
We all have the right to be
In this world made of stone
Such a long way to go
Such a long, long way from home
And we may disagree
We all have the right to be
In this world made out of stone
It s such a long, long way to go
The wiser you may be
The harder it can be to see
In this world made of stone
Such a long, long way to go
Such a long way from home
In this world made of stone
Such a long, long way to go
And such a long way from OM
Tekst :
Sunday morningI found out what I?m supposed to do
Sunday morning
I found out can you tell me is it true
Sunday morning
It feels fine to know that I?m gonna be home soon
Sunday morning
I drew a line that brought me closer to you
Sunday morning
Slow motion I launched my courage two marks
Sunday morning
Slow motion with your blue guitar
Slowly draw this red line
Feel you closer all the time
Maybe some day we?ll unite