Альбом 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 Avenue
While you're just hanging by a thread
And I'm sitting in a lonely room without a view
Wishing I was there with you instead

Won't you walk through this world with me
Walk through this world
Over the miles of mystery
Walk through this world with me

I'm staring out across the rooftops, baby
I've seen the writing on the wall
Heard a little bit of thunder at the seventh wonder
But everything is bound to rise and fall, that's all

Walk through this world with me
Walk through the world
Over the mountains and the shining sea
Walk through this world with me
Walk on, walk on, walk on

Let me get this ringing out of my ears
Let me get these stars out of my eyes
'Cause I just want to look back over all the years
With you right there standing by my side
Could you just

Walk through the world with me
Walk through the world
Over the miles of mystery
Walk through this world with me

Walk through the world with me
Walk through the world
Over the mountains and the shining sea, yeah
Walk through this world with me
Come on, now

Walk through the world
Walk through the world
Walk through the world

Walk through the world
Oh, yeah, yeah
Walk through this world with me
Come on baby
Walk through the world

My father was a working 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 tree
But one day

One day
There's love for the lonely
One day
They walk in the sun
One day
Rest for the weary
Rest for the weary ones

Now my mother stood beside him
She did what she could do
But if you look at some old photograph
She looks tired too
I hope there was some laughter
'Cause I know there were some tears
Now all I can say is I pray to God
That after all those years
After all those years
That one day

One day
There's love for the lonely
One day
They walk in the sun
One day
Rest for the weary
Rest for the weary ones

Now I'm just another traveller
On another winding road
I'm trying to walk some kind of line
I'm trying to pull some kind of load
Now sometimes I move real easy
Sometimes I can't catch my breath
Sometimes I see my father's footsteps
And man it scares me half to death
But one day

One day
There's love for the lonely
One day
We walk in the sun
One day
Rest for the weary
Rest for the weary ones

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 older today
Than I've ever seen you
I think I know the reason
We might wash all our tears away
But you got to bundle up baby
For the rainy season

I hear you breathing heavy
On the telephone tonight
I can feel the air is thick as thieves
Sometimes I just want to tell you
We'll be all right
At least that's what some part of me believes

But you look older today
Than I've ever seen you
Think I know the reason
We might wash all our tears away
But you got to bundle up, bundle up, bundle up
For the rainy season

Oh, oh I've been holding on so long
Holding on and holding on so long
Oh, oh I've been holding on so long
Won't you bundle up baby
Could you bundle up, bundle up, bundle up
For the rainy season

Dogs are barking and she's so high, she's never coming down.
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.

(REPEAT INTRO)

Now, I can hear her laughing, and I can hear her cry.
I can see her dancing somewhere in the sky.
I'm rising like the ocean, and I'm crazy as a loon.
And I don't know what I'm doing,
Since Mama's in the moon.

The dogs are barking and she's so high,
And she's never coming down.

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 waiting there

Don't talk to her when she is softly sleeping
Don't wake her to the sound of your voice whispering her name
Don't tell her all the secrets you've heen keeping
Don't tell her that you're drowning in a river of shame

When the wolf is howling
Underneath the moon
Underneath the window
Of a hotel room
Burn the blanket
Shoot the light
But don't talk to her at night

Don't talk to her in thunder or in lightning
Don't talk to her with fuses blown and wires falling down
Don't talk to her when the fever is frightening
When she's burning in the bedroom in an evening gown

Or when the wolf is howling
Undernearh the moon
Underneath the window
Of a hotel room
Burn the blanket
Shoot the light
But don't talk to her at night
Don't talk to her at night

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.
But then someone in a room five-oh two
started doing the thing that we used to do.
Every bang, every boom,
It was just like it was happening in my own room.


(CHORUS)
'Cause they've got paper walls, paper walls,
Paper walls... ooh, yeah.

I closed the curtain, I shut the light,
I heard the highway moan.
Next thing I remember they were having a fight,
And then, she was all alone.
I heard her cry in the darkest hour,
I heard it echo in the hotel shower,
I heard her start packing her things, so,
I called her number and I heard it ring...

(CHORUS)
Right through the paper walls, paper walls,
Paper walls, oooh yeah, now.

(INSTRUMENTAL SOLO - Over first part of Verse 3)

I've never seen such a sight before,
The way she looked when she opened the door.
Hush now baby don't make a sound,
When all your love comes a-tumblin' down...

(CHORUS)
Just like a paper wall, paper wall,
Paper wall, Ooh just like a paper wall.

(REPEAT AND FADE)
It ain't the road that kills you, baby,
It's the all night calls;
It ain't the road that kills you, baby,
It's just the paper walls

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 dedication
I can see you with the angels
Flying off the tower
At the station

Me I keep watching from the corner of my eye
Looking for some reason I should run
I know you don't have your answers either baby
But at least you know that you can really love someone

I see you kneeling in the garden
Closer now to something real and true
I see you feeding something beautiful
And I think that's all you ever
Really wanted to do
Now you're blowing out the candles
Now the guests pull out the drive
Now you're listening for the telephone
Of footsteps
That don't arrive

Me I keep watching from the corner of my eye
Looking for some reason I should run
I know you don't have your answers either baby
But at least you know that you can really love someone
Really love
Really love
You can really love someone

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 he knows that he can't save her from herself no more
No more

And you can ride home in the country doctor
And you might do the best that you can
But who is gonna help the medicine man
Who is gonna save him?

Now he always was a healer
There was something in his eyes
And his hand upon your head
When fever started to rise
And there's someone he lost long ago
Now there's flowers on her grave
And they say that it's still her
That he's trying to save
He's trying to save her

And you can ride home in the country doctor
And you might do the best that you can
But who is gonna help the medicine man
Who is gonna save the medicine man?
Who is gonna save him?

Who is gonna save him?

Later on in the evening
When the sun goes sinking down
He goes out for a walk
Along the sound
And he thinks he can hear her
Calling him away
But he tells her he must wait
Another day
Wait another day

Baby King
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

It was a bright and sunny summer morn and she said

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 the changes
Now there's something that's taken ahold
She's becoming gold
She's becoming gold

She thinks of a boy
That she knew back in school
And she wonders if he's doing all right
The man of her dreams
Isn't all that he seems
And the baby don't sleep through the night
Something is moving inside her
And the weather is turning so cold
But she's becoming gold,
She's becoming gold
She's becoming gold (I've seen her)
She's becoming gold

She can hear in the distance
The sound of the cars
And she sees the snow falling down on the hill
Now the trees and the houses
Are white as the stars
And she doesn't wanna cry
But she probably will
As she thinks about all of life's mystery
And how slowly the answers unfold
She's becoming gold
She's becoming gold

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 knows us
Said we'd give you all our love

Will you laugh just like your mother
Will you sigh like your old man
Will some things skip a generation
Like I've heard they often can
Are you a poet or a dancer
A devil or a clown
Or a strange new combination of
The things we've handed down

I wonder who you'll look like
Will your hair fall down and curl
Will you be a mama's boy
Or daddy's little girl
Will you be a sad reminder
Of what's been lost along the way
Maybe you can help me find her
In the things you do and say

And these things that we have given you
They are not so easily found
But you can thank us later
For the things we've handed down

You may not always be so grateful
For the way that you were made
Some feature of your father's
That you'd gladly sell or trade
And one day you may look at us
And say that you were cursed
But over time that line has been
Extremely well rehearsed
By our fathers, and their fathers
In some old and distant town
From places no one here remembers
Come the things we've handed down