Song | Rain Delay - Live |
Artist | The Allman Brothers Band |
Album | Live At The Atlanta International Pop Festival July 3 & 5, 1970 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
-= Crash Parallel 《 Rain Delays 》=- | |
The sleepless nights and endless days, | |
Mini skirts and serving trays, | |
Waking up from rain delays, | |
And selling sex for pocket change, | |
And living off the alcohol, | |
With no one but a cab to call, | |
And lost inside a bathroom stall, | |
This carbon copy life withdrawal, | |
And I need, | |
Someone to believe in. | |
And driving cars we cant afford, | |
Just to make in sure were never bored, | |
Living off our own accord | |
Between coffee grinds and corner stores | |
Limosinnes and cigerettes, | |
Chasing dreams with fishing nets | |
And long weekends with out regrets | |
Well no one here is taking bets | |
And I need, | |
Someone to believe in | |
Yes someone to fill this space, with grace | |
To look into my eyes and touch my face | |
To make me feel alive today | |
Someone to make me strong | |
Someone to make me belong | |
Someone to make it all right | |
Someone to make me feel alive, yeah | |
And stretching out like rubber bands | |
To kiss the cheeks and shake the hands | |
With strong arms and no legs to stand | |
And getting by on hand me downs | |
With your tips, your drinks, your buying rounds | |
Back to my old stomping grounds | |
Like children in the lost and found | |
And I need, | |
Someone to believe in | |
Yes, someone to fill this space, with grace | |
Someone To look into my eyes and touch my face | |
To make me feel alive today YEAH |
Crash Parallel Rain Delays | |
The sleepless nights and endless days, | |
Mini skirts and serving trays, | |
Waking up from rain delays, | |
And selling sex for pocket change, | |
And living off the alcohol, | |
With no one but a cab to call, | |
And lost inside a bathroom stall, | |
This carbon copy life withdrawal, | |
And I need, | |
Someone to believe in. | |
And driving cars we cant afford, | |
Just to make in sure were never bored, | |
Living off our own accord | |
Between coffee grinds and corner stores | |
Limosinnes and cigerettes, | |
Chasing dreams with fishing nets | |
And long weekends with out regrets | |
Well no one here is taking bets | |
And I need, | |
Someone to believe in | |
Yes someone to fill this space, with grace | |
To look into my eyes and touch my face | |
To make me feel alive today | |
Someone to make me strong | |
Someone to make me belong | |
Someone to make it all right | |
Someone to make me feel alive, yeah | |
And stretching out like rubber bands | |
To kiss the cheeks and shake the hands | |
With strong arms and no legs to stand | |
And getting by on hand me downs | |
With your tips, your drinks, your buying rounds | |
Back to my old stomping grounds | |
Like children in the lost and found | |
And I need, | |
Someone to believe in | |
Yes, someone to fill this space, with grace | |
Someone To look into my eyes and touch my face | |
To make me feel alive today YEAH |
Crash Parallel Rain Delays | |
The sleepless nights and endless days, | |
Mini skirts and serving trays, | |
Waking up from rain delays, | |
And selling sex for pocket change, | |
And living off the alcohol, | |
With no one but a cab to call, | |
And lost inside a bathroom stall, | |
This carbon copy life withdrawal, | |
And I need, | |
Someone to believe in. | |
And driving cars we cant afford, | |
Just to make in sure were never bored, | |
Living off our own accord | |
Between coffee grinds and corner stores | |
Limosinnes and cigerettes, | |
Chasing dreams with fishing nets | |
And long weekends with out regrets | |
Well no one here is taking bets | |
And I need, | |
Someone to believe in | |
Yes someone to fill this space, with grace | |
To look into my eyes and touch my face | |
To make me feel alive today | |
Someone to make me strong | |
Someone to make me belong | |
Someone to make it all right | |
Someone to make me feel alive, yeah | |
And stretching out like rubber bands | |
To kiss the cheeks and shake the hands | |
With strong arms and no legs to stand | |
And getting by on hand me downs | |
With your tips, your drinks, your buying rounds | |
Back to my old stomping grounds | |
Like children in the lost and found | |
And I need, | |
Someone to believe in | |
Yes, someone to fill this space, with grace | |
Someone To look into my eyes and touch my face | |
To make me feel alive today YEAH |