Vince Bell piosenki

a hundred miles from mexico me and my amigo, the coral orange moon. dark so black poets don't go ol' fateful, willin' who I am on a fateful winding stretch of road a hundred miles from mexico the moon, the music, and me a hundred miles from mexico ba...

southbound on the roof of the world. the outskirts of heaven look good on her. out the window coach class clouds. trekking to texas, a few thousand feet off the ground. southbound, free as the birds. me and townes, down in houston. way out west wher...

i come from hell just to find among the tumbleweeds the best of times, he worst of times. it was either them, or me. i come from hell just to find this curbside circus and frankenstein? she's a friend of mine. she was a damsel in distress when sh...

it was the last dance at the last chance on that rough and dusty road. lotsa moon sky, lotsa wide eye among the crowd. lotsa cowboy touching cowgirl, lotsa floating on the floor, people whirling texas waltz, fly on by. here the old shoe is on the ot...

on the edge of space/time, on the edge of now, clinging to a stone on a planet near a star. chemical reactions bubbling in a tide pool. barnacles of buildings, like a civilization. here inside my window i can show you how, you will...see how...it wil...

dallas in the mirror. winter morning, cold as hell. me and my six string, no one else. collar to the wind, future in the breeze. hardly seems that far away, you know what i mean. highway 59 drove just like a dream. asphalt tops, yellow lines still...

no one talks to you, you don't talk to them. you've stood in this line before. then circumstantial you push consequently her. no doubt, they'd prefer a shove in the direction of love. and so she talks to you. bet you're feeling good. 'cause later,...

stopped by to say hello to someone i used to know. didn't have the change to call, took the liberty to drop on by... unannounced. so, through some strangers' kitchen screen, the same old neighborhood. yesterdays follow me up and down familiar street...