Sync Different

Loneliness –
Ain't no coward's friend;
For folks like me though
It's a constant.
Something I know,
Something I can lean on,
Something to hold,
When everyone else is gone.
I was lucky to have you,
We laid side by side.
Glad when you said hello,
I was glad when you said goodbye.
Honey, I – I ain't got no fear.
Been ‘round and ‘round,
And I've seen many a tear.
And you and I,
We are free
And we run.

You're gonna have to get real strong,
If ya gonna sing this song.
Find your bravery –
If yer gonna go it alone.
Oh, in a little while,
You're just gonna "be".
Take it from someone wild,
Oh it's good to be free!
Honey, I – I ain't got no fear.
Been ‘round and ‘round,
And I've seen many a tear.
And you and I,
We are free
And we run.

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?"

Je sens poisson
Ou est le parfum d'orange?
Tout le monde parle de moi:
Cette filles sent le fromage!

Mais mon amoureux
C'est le meilleur
Il ne peut pas sentir
Alors, il pense que –
Je suis une fleur!

Je t'adore;
Tu et moi:
Seulement!

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…