We are the hungry ones On a campground that's been and gone Where are all the faces that I knew? All the heroes in the bright burning truth Makes you
Well you thought you had a hold on me But it's different now Everything you done before Fell upon you now Are you just a bad loser? But you never let
I'm dancing to the music Of a simple melody And I wonder are you thinking Of a single memory And I know when I see them swaying I can hear myself say
the way I feel about it We can't let the whole thing slide Aah, aah Aah, aah Aah, aah Aah, aah So if you can't see me right where you are They why don
Written by bob welch. Just a fine and safe harbour In to talk with a flow (this can't be right, can it? )
hard to find Well, just remember, a hero is so hard to find Heroes, heroes are hard to find Heroes, heroes are hard to find Heroes, heroes are hard to find Heroes, heroes are
She came in like a hurricane Wearin' boots and diamond rings With a fox fur on her shoulder She set wonderin' And I could tell she was feelin' abandoned
Well, I'm a born enchanter That's what the ladies see Yes, I'm a born enchanter Down in the city of dreams Lord, do right by me And let me go Down in
I guess you've heard about the Bermuda Triangle There's somethin' goin' on Nobody seems to know just what it is An' the Air Force won't let on It might
remember, a hero is so hard to find Heroes, heroes are hard to find Heroes, heroes are hard to find Heroes, heroes are hard to find Heroes, heroes are hard to find
Oversættelse: Mac Fleetwood. Heroes er svære at finde.
Oversættelse: Mac Fleetwood. Coming Home (I Album Heroes er svære at finde).
: Well now look for me baby Cause you know I'm coming home Well now look for me baby Cause you know I'm coming home Well I really outn't love you darlin
: (Bob Welch) Oh how I wish I was back in Georgia Maybe I want, to be back in time I've got a sweet lot of memories, of another place And a heart full
: (Chrsitine McVie) I'm dancing, to the music Of a simple melody And I wonder are you thinking Of a single memory And I know when I see them swaying
: (Bob Welch) Now the wind That's blowing out of the southwest Is telling me, boy you better beware Here she comes, and they call her the sweet Omega