Marc Cohn Saving the Best for Last 가사검색 :: 가사집

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

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

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

Walk On Water `Marc Cohn`

that Venus she rises From out of the foam She dances on air and laughs at the moon And watches young lovers in fiery dunes So are you willing to wait for the miracle Willing to wait it through

Rest for the Weary `Marc Cohn`

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

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

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

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

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

Baby King `Marc Cohn`

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 No Virgin Mary brought him here (Get ready for a baby

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?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Things We've Handed Down `Marc Cohn`

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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