Someone said they saw you in Nepal a long time back. Tell me why you look away, don’t you have a word to say?
AL STEWARTSomeone said they saw you in Nepal a long time back. Tell me why you look away, don’t you have a word to say?
AL STEWARTmost of the rest of it is about image or the beat or the sound, or else it’s a tribal thing.
AL STEWARTOf all the girls I ever knew some loved and some denied me And all the words I ever said have been no use to hide me.
AL STEWARTWhoever you pretend to be, you must face yourself eventually.
AL STEWARTOn a morning from a Bogart movie, in a country where they turn back time.
AL STEWARTLook to the past and remember no empire rises that sooner or later won’t fall.
AL STEWARTMovie queens diffuse into Cinema haze, while libertines read pornozines in street cafes.
AL STEWARTThere’s room in the world for one historical folk-rock singer to make a decent living, and I happen to be it.
AL STEWARTShe comes out of the sun in a silk dress, running like a water color in the rain.
AL STEWARTDo you remember the church across the sands? You stood outside and planned to travel the lands, where the pilgrims go.
AL STEWARTThe evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming.
AL STEWARTAnd all the songs I ever sung each one of them untied me And all the girls I ever loved have left themselves inside me.
AL STEWARTWe measure our days out in steps of uncertainty not turning to see how far we’ve come.
AL STEWARTShe doesn’t give you time for questions as she locks up your arms in hers. And you follow till your sense of direction completely disappears.
AL STEWARTAnd peer down the highway from here to eternity and reach out for love on the run.
AL STEWARTI know there’s a big bad world out there, but I rarely come across it.
AL STEWART