Tên đầy đủ: Edwin McCain
It's 3:00 a.m. I'm awake and my heart is still dreaming It's 3:00 a.m. Outside i hear the souls still screaming It's been so long......
Rolled in last night to the dawn, the porch, and both our floodlights no excuse but we were having such a good......
Pacing gently, summer wind The king stares softly to the sky Will he ever see his home again Deep from his heart he starts to......
The smile on your face could sacrifice salvation As the winter sunshine fades to bring you down A fumble in the dark, it's a journey......
Perfumed and smoky she swears that she knows me she's falling down drunk again i say she's mistaken she's visibly shaken......
Let them in peter for they are very tired give them couches where the angels sleep and light those fires let......
Well I'm falling over backwards and I'm drowning in my sleep, I can't feel the ground, there's only sky beneath my feet, In a television......
Welcome back to earth my fine young lucky southern son How was your trip to outer-space it sure did look like fun You seem somewhat......
Well i don't drive a fast car You know it just ain't my style And i don't give a damn about that You know it......
When footsteps from that Sunday march faded out into the dark The melody blows in to ease the pain Two thousand years and we're still......
Al, he sells records down on old st. charley's street He's cleaning up fat tuesday's mess he keeps the sidewalks neat And he just lost......
Another beautiful morning under stars and bars and f series pickups and rusted out cars and they're eating breakfast at the strip bar......
After the big parade, when all the limelight fades I'll be the one to kiss your eyes The roar fades in the air like hope......
Hey Tink it's me Peter, I know it's been a long, long time I hope you and the lost boys are doing just as fine......
I'm holding my last breath It's burning in my lungs Clenching up my eyes Bloody up my tongue For the words that might escape Are......
Rubber on my tires making contact with the road Sign on the streetpost tells me which way i should go Riding down america street funny......
Sweet love is keeping a very close score She's cheated death more than one time The tears roll down her face and on to the......
Seven million years of progress handed down on silver wings Of gossamer and protein still we haven't learned a thing Are we caught up in......
Ghost on the street today doorways of jackson square in tinsel and tap shoes mardi gras beads in her hair down......
After all the corridors are darkened When the royal crown is off your head To your chambers i will creep not a word we will......