My love she speaks like silence
They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours
Ain't no reason to go anywhere.
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud;
Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
You say you love me;
And you're thinkin' of me,;
But you know you could be wrong.
Yes, I see you on your window ledge;
But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge
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.
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain;
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
I believe in the impossible, you know that I do
If he needs a third eye he just grows it
I've been walking through the middle of nowhere;
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
I don't want to fake you out
People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah,;
Makes you stop and all wonder why.
And the words that are used;
For to get the ship confused;
Will not be understood as they're spoken.
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke
Always on the outside of whatever side there was,;
When they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because."
It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun;
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never know of one."
Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man.
They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in;
Sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks
In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave
All the people we used to know;
Are an illusion to me now
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
We never thought we could ever get old.;
We thought we could sit forever in fun
I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt.
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,;
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
If I had wings and I could fly,;
I know where I would go.
There's only one step down from here, baby,;
It's called the land of permanent bliss.
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
