chitralekhan
Slip sliding away...
Chorus:
Slip sliding away, slip sliding away
You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away...
Whoah and I know a man, he came from my hometown,
He wore his passion for his woman like a thorny crown.
He said, "Dolores, I live in fear;
My love for you’s so overpowering, I’m afraid that I will disappear."
Chorus
I know a woman, (who) became a wife;
These are the very words she uses to describe her life///
She said, "A good day ain’t got no rain."
She said, "A bad day is when I lie in the bed,
and I think of things that might have been."
Chorus
And I know a father who had a son.
He longed to tell him all the reasons, for the things he’d done.
He came a long way just to explain.
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping.
Then he turned around and he headed home again.
Chorus
Whoah! God only knows, God makes his plan.
The information’s unavailable, to the mortal man.
We’re workin’ our jobs, collect our pay.
Believe we’re gliding down the highway, when in fact we’re slip sliding away.
Chorus repeats {twice)
Slip sliding away...
Chorus:
Slip sliding away, slip sliding away
You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away...
Whoah and I know a man, he came from my hometown,
He wore his passion for his woman like a thorny crown.
He said, "Dolores, I live in fear;
My love for you’s so overpowering, I’m afraid that I will disappear."
Chorus
I know a woman, (who) became a wife;
These are the very words she uses to describe her life///
She said, "A good day ain’t got no rain."
She said, "A bad day is when I lie in the bed,
and I think of things that might have been."
Chorus
And I know a father who had a son.
He longed to tell him all the reasons, for the things he’d done.
He came a long way just to explain.
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping.
Then he turned around and he headed home again.
Chorus
Whoah! God only knows, God makes his plan.
The information’s unavailable, to the mortal man.
We’re workin’ our jobs, collect our pay.
Believe we’re gliding down the highway, when in fact we’re slip sliding away.
Chorus repeats {twice)