Blue On A Black WeekendWhen tomorrow becomes yesterday You need a (...) says When the crowd don't swallow you up It's such a sad day (?) Oh no Doesn't need anybody to mess you up Doesn't need anybody to kiss you Doesn't need and they don't really miss you They do Don't you It's true When you're feeling Blue on a black weekend Come and see me when you need a friend Blue on a black weekend Oh no, oh no, oh no You're not having a solo ballot (?) Tonight's proved lame Burn your telly Causes to blame for all your blue days (?) Oh no Doesn't need anybody to mess you up Doesn't need anybody to kiss you Doesn't need and they don't really miss you They do Don't you It's true When you're feeling Blue on a black weekend Come and see me when you need a friend Blue on a black weekend Oh no, oh no, oh no Travis Index Combing My HairNow people always come around But they don't always stick around I run a comb across my head I wish my hair would settle down The clock I see is running slow The batteries are running low I run a comb across my head And it feels the same like it did before You're just another first footer across my door And little less care (hair?) than I had last year But it doesn't worry me because I I have no fear Here The car I see is painted black I'm steering (staring) at the driver's back He runs a comb across his head And it feels the same like it did before You're just another fresh fare across his door And little less care than he had last year But it doesn't worry him because he He has no fear Here, here Now people always come around But they don't always stick around They run a comb across your head I wish my hair would settle down The clock I see is running slow We've only got three years to go We run our combs across our heads And it feels the same like it did before You're just another first footer across the door And little less care than we took last year But it doesn't worry us because we We have no fear Here Have we We have no fear Have we We have no fear Travis Index "20"Sure it's a gas (We're) Stuck in an English class Can't even dream So it's hard to accept the role you're given When you're sittin' there staring at the ceiling Wishing you were so very far from here When you're 13 What fors and whys If he's got it why can't I You're my queen And I dream about you when I'm in my bed And if all of these things are like you said Then I'd rather be in another scene When I'm 14 Just not fair I'm not getting anywhere Oh hard as a stone They expect us to make it out alone And they scream at us when we're on the phone And they lecture us all about routine When you're 15 Get out of here You're crowding my tender years Don't say you see Cos you'd forgotten what it's like to be And I'm sure that it's changed to some degree Christ's advice ain't never as it seemed When you're 16 Four years go You've fallen before you know You're now of age And you're thrown in a different cage And you're faced with another blank page And I know I don't need to be told Travis Index 1922Sometime I get so low It take a while to show But when it go It go Just need some time alone No friends, no telephone Is this too much to ask Sometimes I feel so tired I'm dizzy, closed my eyes (?) But please don't ask me why Just need some time with you In 1922 Your company's so very cool Hey Sometime I get so low It take a while to show But when it blows You'll know Just need some time with you In 1922 It's 1922 We're 1922 Travis Index |
