The Language of Life
Album - 5 febbraio 1990 - Debaser id 14748

Oh loverboy To you I belong
But maybe one day you'll wake
and you'll find me gone
But loverboy
If you call me home
I'll come driving
I'll come driving fast as wheels can turn
Oh loverboy I know you too well
and all of my lonely secrets
To you I tell
The highest of highs
The lowest of lows
I'll come driving
I'll come driving fast as wheels can turn
Stretching away as far as my eyes can see
Deserts and darkness, my hand on the wheel
loverboy, please call me home
A girl can get lonely out here on the road
You see Some days I find the old ways
Frighten me too easily
I leave my key and say "I'm too young"
But loverboy
If you call me home
I'll come driving fast as wheels can turn

Me and Bobby D don't get along that easily.
You told the world, "Be free, love life".
Tell me, is it true you beat your wife?
You see, me and Bobby D don't get along that easily.
You told the world, "Skip rules fave fun".
Knocked her from here to kingdom come?
How many girls have you had today?
And how many bottles have you downed today?
And while you're on the skids, who's minding the kids?

Go to sleep Bobby D, here's a kiss,
don't worry your pretty head about this.

Me and Saint Jack K never had too much to say.
It's easy driving with your feet,
with some good ol' girl in the passenger seat
watching the road all day,
"Oh honey, what funny things you do say."
But while you're out of your head
who's making the bed?

Go to sleep Bobby D, here's a kiss,
don't worry your pretty head about this.
Go to sleep Saint Jack K,
don't worry your tiny head today

Me and old Bobby D don't get along that famously
A saviour and a seer? Maybe,
but he never meant that much to me.
Sure, I'd love a wild life,
but every wild man needs a mother or wife.
The seven seas you roam
and who's waiting at home?

Oh, and how he loved you
Oh, and how he loved you
Oh, and you believed him
Oh, and you believed him
You said you both deserve better
You both deserve better
Could make it a real thing
Could make it a real thing

On a clear day
You can see the sea from your place
On a fine day
You can still remember his face

He just kept right on...
Imagining America
He just kept right on...
Imagining America

And he was so handsome
He was so handsome
It was 1919
It was 1919
Sailing to New York
Sailing to New York
Just for you
Just for you

It was a clear day
Waiting from the quay, saw him
Was a fine day
Standing with the world before him

He just kept right on...
Imagining America
He just kept right on...
Imagining America

Don't he have no feelings...
always feel like mountains
and deserts and stars
Cities have been tamed
and they all know your name
They have money
and houses and cars

(sax solo)

So I stand here
So I stand here
In his footsteps
In his footsteps
We deserve better
We deserve better
And I can make it a real thing
And I can make it a real thing

It's a clear day
It's a clear day
Only in a final embrace
Only in a final embrace
It's a fine day
It's a fine day
The world remember our face...
The world remember our face...

And I just kept right on...
Imagining America
And I just kept right on...
Imagining America

We keep on, we keep
Imagining America, America