1. |
Empty streets
04:01
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EMPTY STREETS
It’s freezing outside
well, here I am freezing too
playing hide and seek
having a drink or two
It’s dark outside
sometimes it’s dark inside
The river’s deep
the river’s wide
It’s 2am
and the empty streets
are the same,
everywhere I go
are the same, everywhere I go
It’s freezing out there
the night’s quiet, the night is blue
but I don’t care
well, I have you
It’s dark out there
and here I am
miles away bills to pay,
things to say
It’s 2am
and the empty streets
are the same,
everywhere I go
are the same, everywhere I go
It’s 2am
and the empty streets
are the same,
everywhere I go
are the same, everywhere I go
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2. |
Goin' down the road
02:05
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3. |
The traveller
04:22
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THE TRAVELLER
I went away
in a sunny day
in the misty rain
beyond the plain
Way down the road
where I’ve been told
you shall find gold
in winter’s cold
And I walk, yes I walk
I’m just a traveller
I am a traveller
I went away
with the wind in my sail
I know someday
I shall be back
Way down the roads
beyond the hills
along the seagull’s fly
And I walk, yes I walk
I’m just a traveller
I am a traveller
The velvet moon
so full and round
the old trees
so quiet and still
And then I knew
I don’t need no roads
for the roads I’m traveling on
And I walk, yes I walk
I’m just a traveller
I am a traveller
And I walk, yes I walk
I’m just a traveller
I am a traveller
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4. |
Cutting blade
03:48
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CUTTING BLADE
She went upstairs
and locked up the door
last night was a cutting blade
And I felt homesick
and I felt careless
I felt lost in the rain
last night was a cutting blade
and I stood right on the edge
She poured out the whisky
straight down in the drain
And I felt sorry for her
and I felt sorry for me
last night was a cutting blade
and I stood right on the edge
And all those miles we left behind
and all those days earning my pay
And all those miles left to ride
and all those dreams that don’t pay back
Well, She said nothing that I can tell
and nothing was left to say
the moonlight was blue and pale
I was going straight to hell
last night was a cutting blade
and I stood right on the edge
And all those miles we left behind
and all those days earning my pay
And all those miles left to ride
and all those dreams that don’t pay back
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5. |
Morning light
02:38
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MORNING LIGHT
In the morning
you will see the rain
falling down in the streets
of this old town
You will have your tea
you will have your toast
nothing out on the streets
to cheer you up
And the morning light it’s not the same
when there’s nothing left to do or say
Well, grab your scarf
put on your coat
light a cigarette
and start to walk
You have missed the bus
but you don’t mind
You’ve been under the rain
but you don’t know
And the morning light it’s not the same
when there’s nothing left to do or say
And the morning light it’s not the same
when there’s nothing left to do or say
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6. |
Far away
04:01
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FAR AWAY
Will you sing the old song
your mother used to sing?
And who will be, my darling one
the one who sings it for you?
Will you miss your hometown
and its lack of faith?
Tell me who will stand in the front lawn
when the lights grow dim?
And the sparkling light further down the line
And the winter smoke and a kind of joke
and you, are so far away you are so far away
Will the trees keep their leaves
when the wind will howl?
And who will look after you
when the rain comes down?
And the sparkling light further down the line
And the winter smoke and a kind of joke
and you, are so far away you are so far away
And the sparkling light further down the line
And the winter smoke and a kind of joke
and you, are so far away you are so far away
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7. |
Someday
03:17
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SOMEDAY
Don’t let me go
don’t let me stay
don’t let me cry
my blues away
Don’t let me say
things I wouldn’t say
don’t let me pray
both night and day
Someday we will know
how the thunder looks like
Someday, somehow, somewhere…
Don’t get me wrong
if I just don’t talk
just take me down
where I can walk
Don’t let me fall
don’t let me crawl
don’t let me be
my worst enemy
Someday we will know
how the thunder looks like
Someday, somehow, somewhere…
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8. |
Desperate little man
03:50
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DESPERATE LITTLE MAN
A bird came singing the Blues
softly in my ears
the melody lingers on
in the old streets of my mind
in the old streets of my mind
The old portrait of you
still hanging in the wall
like a growing tree gazing at the sea
like a growing tree gazing at the sea
So where are you going,
you desperate little man?
Is the way that steep
are your feet that tired?
The Captain he did shout
“There’s a man overboard!”
and the melody lingers on
in the ocean of forlorn
in the ocean of forlorn
By the end of the day
another day will be gone
another broken glass
scattered on the floor
scattered on the floor
So where are you going,
you desperate little man?
Is the way that steep
are your feet that tired?
So where are you going,
you desperate little man?
Is the way that steep
are your feet that tired?
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9. |
Fishbourne Town
04:11
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FISHBOURNE TOWN
There’s a place in the rain
where the birds fly away
where the cold wind blows
and the stars seem so close
Meet me there late at night
wake me up at the break of dawn
There’s an oak older than God
and the moon is rising high
There’s a field of mud and gold
there’s a church made of stone
where few found their rest
in old England’s ground
Meet me there late at night
wake me up at the break of dawn
There’s a bridge in the mist
and the tide is rising high
All the way down the road
in Fishbourne Town
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