thoughts were big but their feelings small. . I put the dog out for you. Travelled beneath wards for you. Down where it's rumbling. Suburbs left crumbling. Here's where the fun begins. It's true. But
late to a worryin' mother. She meets me in Piccadilly A begging folk singer stands tall by the entrance. His song relays worlds of most good intentions. A fiver a ten P in his hat for collection She
Walking in the rain. Picking up on the reasons. That we had Piccadilly Lane. London town. And the cobblestones are all black But Ive been here before. And I never could knock on your door. No
late to a worryin' mother. She meets me in Piccadilly A begging folk singer stands tall by the entrance. His song relays worlds of most good intentions. A fiver a ten P in his hat for collection She
late to a worryin' mother. She meets me in Piccadilly A begging folk singer stands tall by the entrance. His song relays worlds of most good intentions. A fiver a ten P in his hat for collection She
with battle orders writ in red. In five long years of bullets and shells, we left ten million dead. The few returned to old Piccadilly. We limped around Leicester Square. The world was busy
Song Sawing On TheStrings - Alison Krauss. Way back in the mountains. Way back in the hills. There used to live a mountaineer. They called him fiddlin' Will He could play 'most anything. And
One step two step, close the door. All my records are on the floor. No time to myself it seems. People in my lounge hangin' from the beams Enough time to think 'cause the phone isn't ringin
carnage at the back of Piccadilly. To see who could buy it first. And does the limited edition seven inch quench your thirst?. For an album that will probably let you down. But it doesn't even matter
. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! Went thestrings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, I heard a robin sing. About a nest set apart. All nature seemed to be in perfect harmony. ***
start. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! Went thestrings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, heard a robin sing. About a nest set apart. All nature seemed to be in perfect
start. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! Went thestrings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, heard a robin sing. About a nest set apart. All nature seemed to be in perfect
the king . . Whose star shone in the east and what a dream it was . . In London Town I walked around Piccadilly Circus . . A mass of people movin' here and there I wandered where . . On every
might join the fun, (I might join the fun). But I had to hit and run. (had to hit and run). See I just can't settle down (just can't settle down). In a kinky part of town. Ride on;. Don't you know
