We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex,;
It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe;
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said;
"You look like the silent type."
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing.
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
Now, I can't go back to what was, baby,;
I can't unring the bell.
I couldn't see what you could show me;
Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
There's always some new stranger sneakin' glances,;
Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances
And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
Oh, some of us'll end up;
In St. Cloud Prison,;
And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past;
I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
My love she speaks like silence
But I will be back, I will survive,;
You'll never get rid of me as long as you're alive.
There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them
When we meet again;
Introduced as friends;
Please don't let on that you knew me when;
I was hungry and it was your world.
Thought I'd shaken the wonder and the phantoms of my youth
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby, I don't wanna be your boss.
There was music in the cafes at night;
And revolution in the air.
Somebody's got to find your trail,;
I guess it must be up to me.
You're so damn nonchalant;
But it's your mind that I want.
I've been hit too hard, I've seen too much;
Nothing can heal me now, but your touch
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says;
"Strike up the band," they hit it
I'm T-boned and punctured;
But I'm known to be calm
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind;
You could have done better but I don't mind;
You just kinda wasted my precious time
I'm hungry and I'm irritable;
And I'm tired of this bag of tricks.;
At one time there was nothing wrong with me;
That you could not fix.
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
All my friends have told me;
If I hang around with you;
That I'll go blind
