As the sun sets on a lonely city sidewalk,
shadows dance
while strangers remain.
foreign faces
passing without a glance
in solemn servitude to a metropolitan pace.
too much to do about nothing
busy bodies
yet stagnant minds.
empty vessels, so full of themselves
socially isolated
through a refusal to break stride

we're stuck
in big city melancholy
lost
in a grey scale state of mind
thousands of people
occupied in obscurity
always together
and still alone all the time

I jumped on a freight in Monticello,
Didn't know where it was going - you
Had given up on me, baby -
So, I'd given up on you.
A rumbling song as the train rolled on,
I had plenty-a shine to drink-
I was trying anything I could,
So I wouldn't have to think.

Few and far between
Are  the hopes I'll ever have
Of loving someone who's loving me.
I've been taken to pity,
Like surely others have.
All of my dreams
Are few and far between.

I could still remember how
You said you wished that I would leave.   
I'm giving you what you wanted.
Something you can believe.
You won't hear from me, anymore.
I know that to you I'm dead.
I won't ever haunt you,
Like your words that won't leave my head.

Few and far between
Are the hopes I'll ever have,
Of loving someone who's loving me.
I've been taken to pity,
Like surely others have.
All of my dreams,
Are few and far between.

The boxcar slowed in the railway yard.
I jump off - the gravel cut up me knee.
I heard them barking, so I took off a'running.
The dogs were closing in on me.
I made it to the Vieux Carr'e
Before the St. Louis clock struck three.
Tell the children I love them.
Or better, tell 'em not to think of me.

Few and far between
Are the hopes I'll ever have,
Of loving someone who's loving me.
I've been taken to pity,
Like surely others have.
All of my dreams,
Are few and far between.

I'll always wish it was different.
I hope you find somebody new,
Hope you find the kids a daddy
Who's good to them and you.
I hope you know that I really tried
To be the man you needed me to be.
I couldn't keep you from happiness,
You couldn't keep me from being me.

Few and far between
Are the hopes I'll ever have,
Of loving someone who's loving me.
I've been taken to pity,
Like surely others have.
All of my dreams,
Are few and far between.

tell her
tell them you love them
tell them dramatically so they hear you
say it everyday
remind him
tell him
tell her
make it a big deal
it is a big deal
love is everyday
be grateful for days
for love
for your mother and siblings
for your father and his heart
you only have now
it comes and goes by the second
grab all of those seconds
and be gentle

Yearning to be someone's
One
Under all circumstances

Has to be
A tough job and still you
Valiantly commit to
Each and every feeling you have

Against your brain's demands.

Logic has never been known to bring
Order to the longing soul, though it still
Vies for sole control of
Everything that you are,
Lovely little heart--but
You know that.

Liking and loving are not one
In the same,
Though sometimes the brain
Tries to convince the
Lovely little heart otherwise.
Enough is enough.

Hearts feel what they feel.
Eventually, you will find that there is
Always and forever
Room for your lovely little heart
To stay beside my little longing heart.

The adrenaline is pumping
through my veins
at critical levels.
I thought my heart had wings;
it soared so high.
It skipped one beat,
two beats,
three.
It did a jig
and danced right out of my chest.
You caught it.
I looked down at my heart.
It was beating happily
in your hands.
I suddenly realized
that I was holding your heart
and it was joyously keeping time
to the beat of my heart.
I feared that I would drop it
or squeeze it
or harm it
in any way
and I wondered
is this what love really is?

You and I
were meant to be.
You're not blind,
but you can't see
that we could be so much more.
Take a chance,
walk through that door.
Take the leap, trust me.
You and I
were meant to be.

I know this may seem odd.
You’ve probably heard stories about me, some of them may not be such good ones.
That’s why I’m writing this.

Don’t make the same mistake as me.

She likes someone who cares enough to be there but also lets her be free.

Don’t make the same mistake as me.

She’s not a materialistic person but remember it’s the little things that count.
Buy her flowers, surprise her with candy. She loves chocolate but not the dark kind so be sure you don’t get it or she’ll give you that grumpy look that is adorable but still means business.

Don’t make the same mistake as me.

She has a great sense of humor, is loyal beyond belief, has more beauty than meets the eye, and a smile that could end a war.
Admire everything about her.
The way she drinks from a cup as if she was a small child.
The way her eyes crinkle at the corner when she smiles.
The way that she laughs, because you can tell it is so genuine and filled with love.

Don’t make the same mistake as me.

She is more of an indoors type of girl. She likes to stay home, relax, maybe watch some tv shows while snuggled up against you.
Though, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like to go out.
Take her to a funny movie, take her to a fancy dinner, entice her with a picnic in a park.

Don’t make the same mistake as me.

Don’t take her for granted.
Don’t flirt around with other girls if you get bored.
Don’t **** up your second chance if she gives you on, because she is just that loyal and loving that she will give you one.

Don’t you dare make her cry.

Her tears are the most depressing thing you could possibly witness.
The terrifying sound she makes when she sobs heavily is too much to bare.
I
f you make her cry, be there for her.
Hold her and apologize as she grabs your shirt and pushes her face into your chest.
Console her.
Make a promise to make everything better and actually keep it.

But most importantly of all, don’t make the same mistake as me

Don’t leave her.