Sleepwalker (The Wallflowers)
Maybe I could be the one they adore, That could be my reputation, It’s where I’m from that lets them think I’m a whore, I’m an educated virgin.
Sleepwalker, don’t be shy, Now don’t open your eyes tonight, You’ll be the one that defends my life, While I’m dead asleep dreamin’.
Cupid, don’t draw back your bow, Sam Cooke didn’t know what I know, I’ll never be your valentine, The sleepwalker in me, And God only know that I’ve tried.
Let me in, let me drown or learn how to swim, Just don’t leave me at the window, I could be the one to be your next best friend, You may need someone to hold you.
Sleepwalker, take this knife, You may see someone tonight, You’d be the one that saves my life, When I’m dead asleep dreamin’.
Cupid, don’t draw back your bow, Sam Cooke didn’t know what I know, I’ll never be your valentine, The sleepwalker in me, And God only know that I’ve tried.
I’m in your movie and everyone looks sad, But I can hear you, your voice, the laughtrack, But you never saw my best scene, The one where I sleep, Sleepwalk into your dreams.
Now, sleepwalker, what’s my line, It’s only a matter of time, Until I learn to open up my eyes, When I’m dead asleep dreamin’.
Cupid, don’t draw back your bow, Sam Cooke didn’t know what I know, I’ll never be your valentine, The sleepwalker in me.
Now, the sleepwalker in me, Now, the sleepwalker in me, And God only know that I’ve tried…..
6th Avenue Heartache (The Wallflowers)
Sirens ring, the shots ring out, A stranger cries screams out loud, I had my world strapped against my back, I held my hands, never knew how to act.
And the same black line that was drawn on you, Was drawn on me, And now it’s drawn me in, 6th Avenue heartache.
Now walkin’ home on those streets, The river winds move my feet, Subway steam, like silhouettes in dreams, They stood by me, just like moonbeams.
And the same black line that was drawn on you, Was drawn on me, And now it’s drawn me in, 6th Avenue heartache.
And the same black line that was drawn on you, Was drawn on me, And now it’s drawn me in, 6th Avenue heartache.
Look out the window, down upon that street, And gone like a midnight where was that man, But I see his six strings laid against that wall, And all his things, they all look so small, I got my fingers crossed on a shooting star, Just like me just moved on.
And the same black line that was drawn on you, Was drawn on me, And now it’s drawn me in, 6th Avenue heartache.
And the same black line that was drawn on you, Was drawn on me, And now it’s drawn me in, 6th Avenue heartache…..
One Headlight (The Wallflowers)
So long ago, I don’t remember when, That’s when they say I lost my only friend, Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease, As I listened through the cemetery trees.
I seen the sun comin’ up at the funeral at dawn, The long broken arm of human law, Now it always seemed such a waste, She always had a pretty face, So I wondered how she hung around this place.
Hey, come on try a little, Nothing is forever, There’s got to be something better than, In the middle, But me & Cinderella, We put it all together, We can drive it home, With one headlight.
She said it’s cold, It feels like Independence Day, And I can’t break away from this parade, But there’s got to be an opening, Somewhere here in front of me, Through this maze of ugliness and greed, And I seen the sun up ahead, At the county line bridge, Sayin’ all there’s good and nothingness is dead, We’ll run until she’s out of breath, She ran until there’s nothin’ left, She hit the end-it’s just her window ledge.
Hey, come on try a little, Nothing is forever, There’s got to be something better than, In the middle, But me & Cinderella, We put it all together, We can drive it home, With one headlight.
Well this place is old, It feels just like a beat up truck, I turn the engine, but the engine doesn’t turn, Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes, This place is always such a mess, Sometimes I think I’d like to watch it burn, I’m so alone, and I feel just like somebody else, Man, I ain’t changed, but I know I ain’t the same, But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin’ dreams, I think her death it must be killin’ me.
Hey, come on try a little, Nothing is forever, There’s got to be something better than, In the middle, But me & Cinderella, We put it all together, We can drive it home, With one headlight…..
