Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Love That Never Fails, artist - Jim White. Album song No Such Place, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Record label: LUAKA BOP
Song language: English
The Love That Never Fails |
Bus stop rain, busted power train |
Got a broke down sixty nine L T D |
I hocked my tools, to buy my brain |
A funeral wreath from the F T D |
Blank billboards on the highway of life |
Counterfeit bills in the neon lights |
This stick shift driven, sawdust dream |
Show-biz sho' ain’t what it seems |
Little hipster dufus with the guitar in a coffin |
I been copping his licks about it so often |
Then I flip-flop, go the other way |
Yeah, I rip off the dude where the colored girls say |
See, I cut my teeth on the white lines |
Of life’s endless lonesome highways |
Taking stock in the horizon |
Shouting at every fool that come my way |
I’ve been shouting |
«Hey! |
Can you gimme a ride? |
Are you going my way? |
Can you gimme a ride? |
Someone gimme a ride» |
But ain’t no one going my way? |
Now downtown, they got the prison of shame |
See the castaways of the Hollywood game |
Tricked out whores with invisible pains |
Cardboard people, dancing in the rain |
To the same old tune |
Circling like a vulture with the busted juke-box of the popular culture |
If it ain’t got a beat, they won’t put you on the street |
Heavy on the bass, light on the feet |
I meet the street poets in the bummed out bars |
I hum my single as I jingle down the «Walk of Stars» |
With the geeks and the freaks and the crooks and the hookers |
The burn-outs of life’s pressure cookers |
Now, these are my people, my church without a steeple |
Though I never waste a tissue on an incidental issue |
Still I sympathize, 'cause I realize when I see the sorrow in their eyes |
'Cause I cut my teeth on the white lines |
Of life’s endless lonesome highways |
Taking stock in the horizon |
Shouting at every fool that come my way |
I’ve been shouting |
«Hey! |
Can you gimme a ride? |
Are you going my way? |
Hey! |
Hey! |
Can you gimme a ride? |
Someone gimme a ride» |
But ain’t no one going my way? |
Now in the field of mind |
I’m plowing the topsoil of my memory |
Digging up bones and skeletons, rusty relics from my past |
Gotta put a new shine on the twists of time, redefine this old cemetery |
Clear out the weeds, sow new seeds, sure I’m scared |
But still I’m gonna carry on |
'Cause never did a body find their way home |
Without showing first firm as a stone |
The conviction, the strength, the courage |
That it takes to make a journey start |
For you got to be true, you got to be strong |
'Specially when the long road home |
Leads smack through the smoking ruins of your broken heart |
And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know |
See, I cut my teeth on the white lines |
Of life’s endless lonesome highway |
Taking stock in the horizon |
Shouting at every fool that come my way |
I’ve been shoutin' |
«Hey! |
Can you gimme a ride? |
Are you going my, are you going my |
Are you going my way? |
Can you gimme a ride? |
Are you going my way? |
Can you gimme me a ride? |
Are you going my way? |
Can you gimme me a ride?» |
But ain’t no one going my way? |
«Hey! |
Can you gimme a ride? |
Are you going my way? |
Can you gimme me a ride? |
Are you going my way? |
Can you gimme me a ride?» |
But ain’t no one going my way? |
But ain’t no one going my way? |
Ain’t no one going my way, see? |
Now, ain’t no one going my way? |
Ain’t no one going my way, yeah? |
Ain’t no one going my way, yeah? |
Ain’t no one going my way? |