Tag: john_irving

It didn’t add up to much of a life
His math let him down again
I can haunt you as good as any ghost
A likeable but moody man
Now we’re going to get in trouble
She had a bruise on her face
It’s not a song. It’s more like a story
Life forces enough final decisions on us
Life is a long way
This was no flower hidden in a rose
Maybe the camera was his shield
I used to sing in a choir
I know how to sing
I said silent, silent rage
I’m too young to be tattooed
The waitress sighed
I don’t want lipstick
The beer was dark and sweet
You must be alive