heard you crying loud all the way across town
Youve been searching for that someone
And its me out on the powl
As you sit around feeling sorry for yourself
Dont get lonely now
Dry your whining eyes
Im just roamin
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An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
Its a black fly in your chardonnay
Its a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isnt it ironic... dont you think?
There are no unlockable doors
There are no unwinable wars
There are no unrightable wrongs
Or unsignable songs
There are no unbeatable odds
There are no believable gods
There are no unnameable names
С клипа Боно се извинява на съпругата си /симпатичната девойка в самото начало/, че е забравил рождения и ден. Поканил е всички известни ирландци за които се е сетил. И затова са трансперантите на пътя с I'M REALY SORRY!
You are on your own
You do as you please
Having so much fun
Gone and lost your reason
After all is said and done
Are you still having fun?
How were you to know when youve gone astray?
That happiness would
Its the perfect time of year
Somewhere far away from here
I feel fine enough, I guess
Considering everythings a mess.
Theres a restaurant down the street
Where hungry people like to eat
I could walk, but Ill just
It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said "I'm angry"
Five days since you laughed at me saying
"Get that together come back and see me"
Three days since the living room
I realized it
I hope you're feeling happy now
I see you feel no pain at all it seems
I wonder what you're doin' now
I wonder if you think of me at all
Do you still play the same moves now
Or are those special moods
For someone
Lost in time I can't count the words
I said when I thought they went unheard
All of those harsh thoughts so unkind
'cos I wanted you
So what am I now I'm love last home
I'm all of the soft words I once owned
If I
Staggering home, the headlights throw a shadow up and upon
Friends and loved-ones that have done no wrong,
But no longer mean anything to me.
Oh am I mumbling on, into a crystal glass that echoes a song?
The enticement invites
Have you ever been close to tragedy
Or been close to folks who have
Have you ever felt a pain so powerful
So heavy you collapse
I've never had to knock on wood
But I know someone who has
Which makes me wonder if I
Folks
I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream
About me
About you
About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottoms of our chests
About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts
