Just Jack

Precious and few are the moments we too can share. Quiet and blue, like the sky, I'm hung over you. And if I can't find my way back home, it just wouldn't be fair 'Cause precious and few are the moments we two can share.

Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace

My small town would have tube races down the river during the field days every summer, until insurance became too expensive after someone, that was not on one of the teams, died.

Come on, baby, don't say maybe I gotta know if your sweet love is gonna save me We may lose, and we may win Though we will never be here again So open up, I'm climbin' in So take it easy

We're not gonna take it Oh no, we ain't gonna take it We're not gonna take it anymore

Everyday is like Sunday "Win yourself a cheap tray" Share some greased tea with me Everyday is silent and grey

Ok, I will.... She's left handed.

Slip slidin' away You know the nearer your destination The more you're slip slidin' away

The calliope crashed to the ground And she was blinded by the light Revved up like a deuce Another runner in the night

Blind Boys was the opening act on Peter Gabriels 2002 tour.

Here it is the groove slightly transformed Just a bit of a break from the norm Just a little somethin' to break the monotony Of all that hardcore dance that has gotten to be A little bit out of control it's cool to dance But what about the groove that soothes that moves romance Give me a soft subtle mix And if ain't broke then don't try to fix it And think of the summers of the past Adjust the bass and let the Alpine blast Pop in my CD and let me run a rhyme And put your car on cruise and lay back 'cause this is summertime

I'm gonna find my baby, whoo! Before the sun goes down

I always feel like somebody's watching me And I have no privacy (oh, oh) I always feel like somebody's watching me Tell me is it just a dream?

I go to see him when the sun goes down Ain't no finer boy in town You're my guy, you're what the doctor ordered You're so sweet, you make my mouth water

Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to lust Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us

This is the map I prefer...

But you could...

Oh, my life is changing everyday In every possible way And oh, my dreams It's never quite as it seems Never quite as it seems

I wish I could fly From this building, from this wall And if I should try Would you catch me, if I fall?

Sunday Monday happy days Tuesday Wednesday happy days Thursday Friday happy days Saturday what a day Rockin' all week for you

My baby takes the morning train He works from nine to five and then He takes another home again To find me waitin' for him

I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay Watchin' the tide roll away, ooh I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay Wastin' time

North of me is Pulaski, NY. The correct polish pronunciation is pull-as-ski. They pronounce it pull-as-sky.