And then you told me later, as I apologized;
That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
This is the key to the kingdom and this is the town;
This is the blind horse that leads you around
The night passed away so quickly;
It always does when you're with me.
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Run your fingers down my spine;
Bring me a touch of bliss
I am hanging in the balance, of the reality of man;
like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
All the people we used to know;
Are an illusion to me now
Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun;
Would treat a father so,;
To wait upon him hand and foot;
And always tell him, "No"?
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch
Last night I danced with a stranger;
But she just reminded me you were the one
Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past;
I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast
I know God is my shield and he won't lead me astray
You will search, babe, At any cost.;
But how long, babe, Can you search for what's not lost?
Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through
Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!";
I say, "I would if I could, but, ;
I don't do sketches from memory."
Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,;
And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
Someone else is speakin' with my mouth, but I'm listening only to my heart.
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.
All my friends have told me;
If I hang around with you;
That I'll go blind
I couldn't see what you could show me;
Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
I'll give you more gold;
Than your apron can hold;
If you'll only let your hair hang low
your pleasure knows no limits
And you, you took me in,;
You loved me then;
You didn't waste time.
The sun's not yellow it's chicken
We always did feel the same,;
We just saw it from a different point of view