I could not stay sleeping, oh, my mind would not allow And suddenly all these thoughts on life crept into me somehow The sun has barely risen to lay aside
Close the curtains and lock the doors Shut down my day I won't answer anymore I've got things on my mind and troubles to bare Love is cruel, love is kind
exception to be sitting here Trying to carve out some kind of a home Everyone around here lets their cats loose To control the mice It's the kind of neighborhood with a few broken
Bring down the rain bring out the ghosts It's twenty-five degrees out on the West Coast Every thing's in bloom there and I don't care I've been thinking
I had first realized the shape I was in After six years in uniform, in the standing din I signed in at eighteen for a college degree Recruiting out of
Deep love, hell you know trouble so well You don't have a pattern and you never can tell You are a yellow caution light and a yield sign And I'm building
I always wonder where you came from And you always say Mars I noticed one day my life was missing something And then there you are In your shiny Martian
They'll be wondering how this all came about And silly rumors will fly around this little town But I don't care, I know it's in the air How much I adore
Yesterday the circus left town in a suitcase Rimmed with little key chain hearts And they tore those giant tents down Lions in the pouring rain And the
The plot gets thicker and it always goes astray You're never holding in your hands a particular play You're not satisfied with the taste or smell And
The boys and girls of Millbrook Are on the train from New York Wearing new hats, shooting the shit Deep in the heart of Dutchess County, Bounty And all
broken wings Let us in So you've moved out of the way this time Making room for each other One without the other We are broken but we are moving still Take these broken
I'm kicking down the road I got a top hat on With my head in overload I heard a radio song There was something in the air I think I know it well
You look real good in your blue jeans And a pink sweater But in a cocktail dress I guess You look even better I got your photographs And the memories
dreams can always make it real Because I threw stones at broken bottles I washed my hands in God's rainwater I found treasure others wouldn't claim I threw stones at broken
The boys and girls of Millbrook Are on a train from New York Wearing new hats Shooting the shit Deep in the heart of Dutchess County, Bounty And all
Vertaling: Miller Bill. Gebreekte bottels.
Vertaling: Schubert, Franz. Die meulenaar en die spruit.
