From the Station Marc Cohn

I can see you with the top down In that car you keep under the eaves I can see the ocean wind blow Through your hair And all along your sleeves I see you turning up the radio Listening to the DJ's

Walk Through The World Marc Cohn

I'm writing you this letter from some old hotel I can feel the distance between us From the Spanish Steps to the Liberty Bell I know the angels have seen us... seen us, baby They see you down on Seventh

Lost You in the Canyon Marc Cohn

Got your call from California But I could hardly hear your voice Through the hissing of the highway And all that other noise You said "I might lose you in the canyon" Then you went riding up the

Medicine Man Marc Cohn

Lately he can feel it Turning off inside his heart She's calling him from the car phone And she's falling apart Now he could call in her prescription And they will take it down off the shelf But

Fallen Angels Marc Cohn

Baby baby, the time is at hand I tell you one thing that you'll understand Been a long time looking for something strong Oh baby it ain't gonna be that long [Repeat Verse] We're just fallen angels (Fallen

Olana Marc Cohn

They say my final masterpiece Was this house upon the hill High above the great and mighty river My hand could not hold the brushes Yes I guess I lost my will And you can't keep painting paradise

Turn To Me Marc Cohn

Fallen angel Come to me Give me something to believe Before I turn on every vow Turn to me if you still know how Spent my share of restless days Coal black suitcase Fall from grace All the

Valley of the Kings Marc Cohn

Down along these hillsides Many miles ago Lived a man of vision child But little did I know He was always talking child About the heart and soul 'Til one day some pharaoh came And offered up his

Things We've Handed Down Marc Cohn

"Don't know much about you Don't know who you are We've been doing fine without you But, we could only go so far Don't know why you chose us Were you watching from above Is there someone there that

Girl Of Mysterious Sorrow Marc Cohn

Intro: Verse 1: I'm coming to see you, tomorrow sometime Gonna bring you some roses, gonna tear off the vines Gonna talk to the wind that blows through the trees Kiss you like always from down on my knees

Silver Thunderbird Marc Cohn

Watched it coming up Winslow Down South Park Boulevard Yeah it was looking good from tail to hood Great big fins and painted steel Man it looked just like the Batmobile With my old man behind the

The Rainy Season Marc Cohn

Clouds move in From off the horizon Feels like nighttime In the middle of the day And I don't know why But it's still so suprisin' How a love grows stronger Or it just fades away But you look

Saints Preserve Us Marc Cohn

I could hear the shutters banging In my mother's house And the wind just kept blowing off the lake I ran down to the front door And told the ambulance man "Everything's all right here Sir There

Perfect Love Marc Cohn

Down by the boathouse at Shaker Lake When there wasn't nothing but love to make They were two young lovers Wishing on the stars above Well they carved their initials In an old birch tree With a heart and

Walk On Water Marc Cohn

Let's go down to the sound tonight Tide is low and we can walk on water Reel me in under that starry light Just like the fisherman's daughter Baby when the bands and the barkers go home They say

Ellis Island Marc Cohn

I was driving down Ninth Avenue As the sky was getting dark Didn't have nothin' else to do So I kept on riding to Battery Park I stepped out in the damp and misty night As the fog was rolling in

True Companion Marc Cohn

everybody else Can't say nothing different about myself Sometimes I'm an angel And sometimes I'm cruel And when it comes to love I'm just another fool Yes, I'll climb a mountain I'm gonna swim the

Baby King Marc Cohn

Baby King You got to get ready for a baby king You might dance daddy You might sing But you never seen nothin' like a baby king No Virgin Mary brought him here (Get ready for a baby king) But the

Walking In Memphis (LP Version) Marc Cohn

Put on my blue suede shoes and I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain W.C.

She's Becoming Gold Marc Cohn

She runs down the staircase And into the yard And she goes down to the end of the drive With her friends on the phone And her angels on guard She's just recently feeling alive After all of the tears and

Walking in Memphis Marc Cohn

Put on my blue suede shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain W.C.

Don't Talk To Her At Night Marc Cohn

Don't talk to her when shooting stars are falling Don't talk to her when she can smell the jasmine in the air Don't talk to her when no one knows you're calling You might just say the words that keep her

Paper Walls Marc Cohn

Well, I had just checked in when the sun came up After ten hours on the bus. I was staring at the stains on the ceiling, baby, Trying not to think about us.

29 Ways Marc Cohn

I got 29 ways to make it to my baby's door I got 29 ways to make it to my baby's door And if she needs me bad I can find about two or three more I got one through the basement Two down the hall

Man of the World Marc Cohn

I want be a man of the world Blood in my veins and a hurt in my heart Hide in the street with the noise and the dirt And the one still looking for a brand new start Oh i've been sleeping far too long

Rest for the Weary Marc Cohn

man But his work was never done He stood behind a counter And he smiled at everyone He bought himself a business Worked seven days a week Took a holiday for Christmas Then he fell asleep beside the

Saving the Best for Last Marc Cohn

Got into a cab in New York City Was an Oriental man behind the wheel Started talking about heaven Like it was real Said "They got mansions in heaven Yeah the angels are building one for me right

Dig Down Deep Marc Cohn

Baby let's go below the surface See what we can find There's no reason to be nervous 'Cause it happens all the time I don't want to go up to the mountain I don't need to go down to the sea Gonna

Healing Hands Marc Cohn

Tonight I cried the tears of a child Who knows what fear runs deep and wild Inside But the river's in flood tonight I lay down and the light streamed across my face I felt the beauty of some deeper

Mama's In The Moon Marc Cohn

Don't wanna pull the shade tonight, I think I'm wanna drown. I'm sending out a message, or could I die too soon? 'Cause I don't know where I'm going, Since Mama's in the moon.

Already Home Marc Cohn

I can see the sunshine Coming through my room Breaking down the winter of my discontent Looking out my window At the people passing by I keep wondering where my old companion went On the steps

Ghost Train Marc Cohn

talks about some fateful day And I guess that this was mine I may be here to tell some kind of story But I think it's gonna take a little time (That's all right) See I'm rockin' in a cradle Down the

I hope that I don't fall in love with you Marc Cohn

Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you Cause falling in love just makes me blue While the music plays and you display your heart for me to see I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for

Strangers in a Car Marc Cohn

There's a stranger in a car Driving down your street Acts like he knows who you are Slaps his hand on the empty seat and says "Are you gonna get in Or are you gonna stay out?"

Turn On Your Radio Marc Cohn

I don't know where I'm goin' Now that I am gone I hope the wind that's blowin' Helps me carry on Turn on your radio, baby Listen to my song Turn on your nightlight baby, baby I'm gone Turn

Providence Marc Cohn

I talk to you in turbulence That's when I see the light But she has visions on the hillside Then she speaks in tongues all night You've got such a faithful little servant Why don't you pay her

Miles Away Marc Cohn

My friends will ask me how I'm doin' But I just can't lie to 'em Not feeling fine today I saw my dreams they were a Ship on the ocean now it Looks like they're miles away Miles away Hey, hey

Reinventing Robert Cohn And Then There Were None

She’s in my blood and like a fire inside me Consumes the air then leads me blindly She has my hopes and dreams And she’s the one I see who screams go on, go on.

NAME OF THE GAME Marc Anthony

THE NAME OF THE GAME, IT'S NOT ABOUT MONEY, IT'S NOT ABOUT FAME YOU ARE WHAT YOU ARE THAT'S THE NAME OF THE GAME HOOK YOUR FEELING UP TO A POWER STATION LET YOUR FEELINGS BROADCAST ACROSS THE NATION

Station To Station David Bowie

The return of the thin white duke Throwing darts in lovers' eyes Here are we, one magical moment, such is the stuff From where dreams are woven Bending sound, dredging the ocean, lost in my circle

Station To Station Derreck Simons

right today till tonight you gotta run away 'cause you'll be the winner beat your drum, like your heart you gotta beat in time I will give you power run in the night follow the lights like

Compass Love (English) Marc Nelson

Just like the wind blows to the east coming from the west I point in your direction just like the birds fly from the north headed for the south your love is like perfection When I first saw you I knew

Compass Love Marc Nelson

Just like the wind blows to the east coming from the west I point in your direction just like the birds fly from the north headed for the south your love is like perfection When I first

Perfect To Me Marc Broussard

who takes a chance, To end up next to you I wouldn't change a thing, T shirt and cutoff jeans From your head down to your feet, You're perfect to me The way you tie your hair, The way you just don't care

The Gambler Marc Almond

On a dark night in a lost hour In a town built from neon and chrome Where las vegas seeks the desert In an old broken down casino There the gambler slapped his money down Dirty dollars one hundred or more

Isn'T She Lovely Marc Meersman

Isn't she lovely Isn't she wonderful Isn't she precious Less than one minute old I never thought through love we'd be Making one as lovely as she But isn't she lovely made from love Isn't she pretty

How Cound I Marc Anthony

It was the coldest day of December A day I always will remember I looked into your eyes and faced my deepest fears I had drifted too far.. far from you my dear..

Pictures Of Purple People Marc Bolan

I saw this mirror I looked through it Reflections looked most better than all Cared too much hating hatred Seeing things deformed and almost cold Crying sadly shielding gladly my eyes From the ugly

The Frost Comes Tomorrow Marc Almond

Weary of life you retired from the world The voice in your soul that cried follow (follow) Told you of treasures of silver and gold Locked up in an heart that seemed hollow (hollow) Secretly yearning to

One Inch Rock Marc Bolan

Met a woman she's spouting prose She's got luggage eyes and a roman nose Her body is slung from side to side Need a lift she said much obliged I'm riding piggy back Then I came to her shack We go