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There's something solid forming in the air,The wall of death is lowered in Times Square.No-one seems to care,They carry on as if nothing was there.The wind is blowing harder now,Blowing dust into my eyes.The dust settles on my skin,Making a crust I cannot move inAnd I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway.
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
I pulled the head off Elvis and Filled Fred up to his pelvis.
I'm too sexy for your partytoo sexy for your partyNo way I'm disco dancing
Hear that lonesome whippoorwillHe sounds too blue to flyThe midnight train is whining lowI'm so lonesome I could cry
<Sniff sniff/>White birdIn a golden cageOn a winter's dayIn the rainWhite birdIn a golden cageAlone
And if I must be lonely, I think I'd rather be alone
Just like the white winged doveSings a songSounds like she's singingOoo, baby, ooo, ooo
Seems I'm not alone at being aloneA hundred billion castaways looking for a home
Dig if you will a pictureOf you and I engaged in a kiss
Because your kiss is on my list of the best things in life
This thing can turn on a dime. (That's my comment, not a lyric)
Mother nature is talking to youDon't you knowSomebodies trying to get a message throughAnd it might be youDon't miss the message
Sit beside a mountain streamSee her waters riseListen to the pretty sound of music as she flies.
itIt's nature's way of telling you something's wrongIt's nature's way of telling you in a songIt's nature's way of receiving youIt's nature's way of retrieving youIt's nature's way of telling youSomething's wrong