Casablanca
Barely able to keep the lids open
At times I might think I need the rest
but who would want to go back there?
It's already hard enough to say I need it.
bad memories and good times.
Keep me from believing that I can still jump off.
No longer, no longer the same.
you grow accustomed to seeing the sun in a different location.
Standing still becomes a chore.
Anxious to get the pavement moving.
The easy solution to this and everything else is to move on.
It comes equipped with the last word.
they find ways to drag you along
and dismantle what you created.
At times I might think I need the rest
but who would want to go back there?
It's already hard enough to say I need it.
bad memories and good times.
Keep me from believing that I can still jump off.
No longer, no longer the same.
you grow accustomed to seeing the sun in a different location.
Standing still becomes a chore.
Anxious to get the pavement moving.
The easy solution to this and everything else is to move on.
It comes equipped with the last word.
they find ways to drag you along
and dismantle what you created.
The Blues Made Me Do It
When I was younger, I was wild and irresponsible
The blues made me do that – it was just like I had no choice
When I was your lover, I was persuaded by another
The blues made me do that baby – it was like I could not help myself
When I was unhappy, I took it out on those who loved me
The blues made me do that baby – it was just like I had no choice
When I was happy, I always did something to screw it up
The blues made me do that, yes they did– like I could not help myself
Yes, the blues made me do that – it was just like I had no choice