Didn’t know that I was looking blindly Didn’t know where I was meant to go
But you took me by the hand and showed me And from then on I was always sure
It’s a life it’s a laugh it’s a love with you with you with you It’s alright it’s okay in a world with you with you with you
Can you hear it in the wind thats blowing Speaking words that always lift your soul Can you feel it in the conversation It’s electric and i’ll always know
It’s a life it’s a laugh it’s a love with you with you with you It’s alright it’s okay in a world with you with you with you
It’s a life it’s a laugh it’s a love with you with you with you It’s alright it’s okay in a world with you with you with you
Can you feel it in the conversation Can you feel it I will always know

Alas, winter has passed;
Spring comes on fast;
May flowers bloom.
A new tune to call forth a day;
New love hail new way;
For us all.
Arise! Dab sleep from your eyes;
Make way for strange times;
Advance to the sky!
Gone frost on pane;
Tomorrow we regain;
Days will be long.
For who knows what tales will unfold;
To be free of cold;
And the long winter’s night.
Alas, winter has passed;
Spring comes on fast;
Spring comes on fast.

I've been known to walk
With other souls in pain.
How can I explain the shame
That makes you do it again?
In the middle of the night
When wrongs are rights,
And you've got nothing left to lose;
You could choose to feel
What's revealed;
Conceal and be numb.
Oh, I'm wise
And I know the score,
So before we begin;
I'm going to look for the door.
Tried to have a talk with myself
About the walk I'd take with you.
The conclusion that I drew
Was it would be of no use.
So I, I'll decide:
Let's take a ride;
Into the night,
Into the night,
Into the night.
Elle prend une photo.
Il n'y aura pas de questions.
Tu prends le train.
Il n'y a nulle part où aller.
Il regarde un film en noir et blanc.
Elle écrit:
"Ton arrondissement
ou le mien?"

Texarkana en route to New Orleans –
My baby fell from his bike.
And I was told he lay conscious;
And he knew death would arrive.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

From weeping trees blue bottles hang –
And southern grass come covered with mist.
Could he not stay on the road we paved?
The dirt devours those who fall adrift.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

They took his body back to the Golden State;
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye.
And not a dry eye was to be seen –
Unless you looked into my eyes.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…