ELTON JOHN


 

CLUB AT THE END OF THE STREET

 
 
When the shades are drawn,
and the light of the moon is banned,
and the stars up above walk the heaven hand in hand.
There´s a shadey place at the end of the working day,
where young lovers go and this hot little trio plays.
That´s where we meet...me and you rendez-vous
in the club at the end of the street.
From the alleyways where the cats walk gently sway
you hear the sound of Otis, and the voice of Marvin Gaye.
In this smokey room there´s a jukebox plays all night
and we can dance real close beneath the pulse of a neon light...
There´s a downtown smell of cooking
from the flame on an open grill,
there´s a sax and a big bass pumpin´, lord have mercy...
Ooh! ya can´t sit still...
 



 

SACRIFICE

 
 
It´s a human sign when things go wrong,
when the scent of her lingers,
and temptation´s strong.
Into the boundary, of each married man,
sweet deceipt comes a callin´ and negativity lands.
Cold...heart, hard done by you,
some things look better, baby, just passin´ through.
And it´s no sacrifice, just a simple word,
it´s two hearts living in two separate worlds.
But it´s no sacrifice...it´s...at all...
Mutual misunderstanding after the fact,
sensitivity builds a prison in the final act.
We lose direction, no stone unterned,
no tears to damn you when jealousy burns.
 



 

THE ONE

 
 
I save you dancing out the ocean,
running fast along the sand,
a spirit born of earth and water,
fire flying from your hands...
In the instant that you love someone,
in the second that the hammer hits,
reality runs up your spine
and the pieces finally fit...
And all I ever needed was the one,
like freedom fields where wild horses run,
when stars collide like you and I,
no shadows block the sun...
Oh! You´re all I´ve ever needed,
ooh! baby you´re the one...
There are caravans we follow,
drunken nights in dark hotels
when chances breathe between the silence,
where sex and love no longer gel...
For each man in this time is Cain
until he walks along the beach
and he sees his future in the water,
a long, lost heart within his reach...
 



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