one of these days, i’ll make some money and buy myself those things that i want. acrylic paints, acoustic guitar strings, a new bicycle seat for my ride over to your house each night. one of these days, i’ll get a real job. one that actually pays, like my dad had. and you know my father, the bartender. he used to wear a suit to work before he hit the drink. the old man, he used to do a lot of things. one of these days i’ll give up and give into the man.
Words cannot express my love for this man, his music, and more specifically, this song.
I’ve a picture of you: A parisian street Early morning Late spring And I know what you were thinking You were taking a break from life You were traveling light (A pair of walking shoes and a sweater) You were where you were When you pictured where you’d be: Anywhere but home
Well, it’s your last chance to change things
I know you’ve been getting by alright And alright’s okay from day to day But for the rest of your life?
An honest face like that You just can’t take back that easy An honest face like that I just can’t forget too easy (God knows I’m trying…)
“Could you love someone
who does whatever he wants to do,
whenever I want to?
It’s a simple question,
and I’m only asking ‘cause I don’t want to die alone.”
I’ve a picture of you: A parisian street Early morning Late spring And I know what you were thinking You were taking a break from life You were traveling light (A pair of walking shoes and a sweater) You were where you were When you pictured where you’d be: Anywhere but home
Well, it’s your last chance to change things
I know you’ve been getting by alright And alright’s okay for the day to day But for the rest of your life?
An honest face like that You just can’t take back that easy An honest face like that I just can’t forget too easy (God knows I’m trying…)