Tekst :

Here s a tale of Tom
Who worked the railroads long
His wife would cook his meal
As he would change the wheel

Poor Tom, Seventh Son, Always knew what s goin on
Ain t a thing that you can hide from Tom
There ain t nothing that you can hide from Tom

Worked for thirty years
Sharing hopes and fears
Dreamin of the day
He could turn and say

Poor Tom, work s done, been lazin out in the noonday sun

Ain t a thing that you can hide from Tom

His wife was Annie Mae
With any man a game she d play
When Tom was out of town
She couldn t keep her dress down

Poor Tom, Seventh Son, always knew what s goin on

Ain t a thing that you can hide from Tom

And so it was one day
People got to Annie Mae (?)
Tom stood, a gun in his hand
And stopped her runnin around

Poor Tom, Seventh Son, gotta die for what you ve done

All those years of work are thrown away
To ease your mind is that all you can say?

But what about that grandson on your knee?
Them railroad songs, Tom would sing to me

Ain t nothing that you can hide from Tom

Keep-a Truckin

Hush now my baby,
be still love don t cry,
sleep like rocked by the stream,
sleep and remember my lullaby,
and I ll be with you when you dream.

drift on a river that flows through my arms,
drift as I m...

A heart of stone, a smoking gun
I can give you life, I can take it away

A heart of stone, a smoking gun
I m working it out
Why d you feel so underrated?
Why d you feel so negated?

Turning away from the light
Becoming adult

Goodbye my love goodbye

Hear the wind sings a sad old song
it knows I m leaving you today
please don t cry oh my heart will break
when I ll go on my way

goodbye my love goodbye
goodbye and aurivir
I hope that you remember me
I ll never be too...

Song of long ago

Whispering wind came uninvited
Looking for somewhere else to go
Here is a lamp I ve left unlighted
Aren t you someone I should know?

Memory s flame is soon ignited
Lighting my lamp with amber glow
Quietly friends are reunited
Singing...

What it feels like

[Chorus:]
Summer nights on the beach.
Underneath the rain drops.
Wind blowing through your hair.
This is what it feels like.
Rose petals in the tub.
Listening to your favorite song.
Everytime our bodies touch.
This is what it feels like.

[Verse 1: Robert]
Any place that you want to explore I m coming.
I m a**uming that you already know...