Souvenirs By: vince melamed, danny o'keefe 1993 Someone wants a piece of you Never let...
All the snow has turned to water Christmas days have come and gone Broken toys...
Here is a poem That my lady sent down Some morning while I was away....
Take these arms of mine, throw them away They're just souvenirs of some other day...
When you're fed up shedding too many tears And your memory seems like just so...
I hear your questions I see your face Your life...
Come on baby let's get out of this town I...
Lying in a city night A million fingers tingling my...
What's this in your eyes Why do you look this...
In a room full of silver shadows A customary kiss...
I can hear somebody walking down this midnight street So...
There were stairs they were steep I was falling falling...
Morning's hard coffee's cold Pretending that the days mean more...
Just outside my window I hear the late September dogs...
10:03 on a Tuesday morning in the fall of an...