When the hunger stops, and the truth is known My life, my light is coming home Yeah, coming home
Coming Home written by Bob Welch Track 2
Oh how I wish I was back in Georgia. Maybe I want to be back in time. I've got a sweet lot of memories, of another place And a heart full of longing, for another life.
Angel, written by Bob Welch, Track 3
She came in and her flags were flying She was a sailboat of sweet perfume And I could see that her eyes were smiling From across the room
Monday morning you sure look fine; Friday I got travelin' on my mind. First you love me and then you fade away. I can't go on believin' this way. I got nothing but love for you, So tell me what you really wanna do. First you love me, then you get on down the line, But I don't mind.
I'll be there if you want me to. No one else that could ever do. Got to get some peace in my mind.
'Cause when the loving starts, and the lights go down, And there's not another living soul around, Then you woo me until the sun comes up, And you say that you love me.
I took my love and I took it down; Climbed a mountain and turned around. And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills 'Til the landslide brought me down.
When times go bad, When times go rough, Won't you lay me down in tall grass And let me do my stuff?
Second Hand News, written by Lindsey Buckingham.
Thunder only happens when it's raining; Players only love you when they're playing. Say... Women... they will come and they will go. When the rain washes you clean... you'll know.
Loving you Isn't the right thing to do. How can I ever change things That I feel? If I could, Maybe I'd give you my world. How can I When you won't take it from me?
I don't hold you down Maybe that's why you're around. But if I'm the one you love, Think about me. I believe that you really want me But it's not easy, just to give in. So let yourself go, and let love begin.
Drowning in the sea of love, Where everyone would love to drown. And now it's gone. It doesn't matter anymore. When you build your house, Call me home.
So I close my eyes softly 'Til I become that part of the wind That we all long for sometime, yeah And to those that I love, like a ghost through a fog Like a charmed hour and a haunted song And the angel, angel of my dreams
Honey, honey, honey Who could be sweeter than you Honey, honey, honey Bitter sweet, but what can I do Lord, it's good to talk to you Even sweeter than wine Don't take the love light away Cause I'm far away from home
So I'm back, to the velvet underground, Back to the floor, that I love. To a room with some lace and paper flowers. Back to the gypsy that I was; To the gypsy...that I was.
Tell me lies; Tell me sweet little lies. (Tell me lies, tell me, tell me lies) Oh, no, no you can't disguise (You can't disguise, no you can't disguise)
Little Lies, written by Christine McVie and Eddy Quintela.