Cowboy Junkies

[fox69]

"Wrong Piano"

"Wrong Piano"


Oberheim, Yamaha, Steinway and the lot
I must of played the wrong piano
'Cause it left me with I don't know what
So don't talk to me about mistakes
Yes, we all simply have got to take precautions
I musta played the wrong piano
'Cause now I just, I just feel nauseous
Some sexual turned in some biblical
And then became a game of just trivial pursuit
I used to gnaw on every word
But now I don't, what's the use?
Rupert Murdock and Larry Flint
Bob Guccione and the U.S. Mint
I took out the wrong subscription
And I don't know what I'm gonna end up spending
Oberheim, Yamaha, Steinway and the lot

 

[fox69]

"You Will Be Loved Again"

"You Will Be Loved Again"


How could he take you in his arms
and help you to be free
then leave you forgotten
and is it enough to cry?
When you're so broken...

Her cold eyes tell you you're not welcome
she tells lies but you'll take her back again
and is it enough to die?
When you're so taken

You will be loved again
You will be loved again

But will she sing and will she dance
and will she forever
and will he sing and will he dance
and will he forever

Someday you will feel a love so deep
and you'll find someone not lost in sleep

And you will be loved again
you will be loved again
you will be loved again

 

[fox69]

"You're Missing"

"You're Missing"


[Bruce Springsteen cover]
Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall
Mama's in the kitchen, baby and all
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missing
Coffee cups on the counter, jackets on the chair
Papers on the doorstep, you're not there
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missing
Pictures on the nightstand, tv's on in the den
Your house is waiting, your house is waiting
For you to walk in, for you to walk in
But you're missing, you're missing
You're missing when i shut out the lights
You're missing when i close my eyes
You're missing when i see the sun rise
You're missing
Children are asking if it's alright
Will you be in our arms tonight?
Morning is morning, the evening falls i got
Too much room in my bed, too many phone calls
How's everything, everything?
Everything, is everything you're missing, you're missing
God's drifting in heaven, devil's in the mailbox
I got dust on my shoes, nothing but teardrops