I want to thank You, Lord,;
I just want to thank You, Lord,;
Thank You, Lord.
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
An' here I sit so patiently;
Waiting to find out what price;
You have to pay to get out of;
Going through all these things twice.
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances;
My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
Wealth is a filthy rag;
So erotic so unpatriotic;
So wrapped up in the American flag
Shine your light, shine your light on me;
Ya know I just couldn't make it by myself.;
I'm a little too blind to see
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,;
That we could sit simply in that room again.
It's all been designed, he said, "To make you lose your mind,;
And when you go back to find it, there's nothing there to find."
Trees that've stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall.
I'm already there in my mind;
And that's good enough for now
Can't you make any sound?
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,;
Should I leave them by your gate,;
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
No knife could ever cut our love apart
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,;
It's done with a flick of the wrist.
Radiant jewel, mystical wife.
I can smile in the face of mankind.;
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine;
Most of the time.
This wheel shall explode!
Where black is the color, where none is the number
I must admit I felt a little uneasy;
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
What good am I if I know and don't do,;
I If I see and don't say, if I look right through you
I don't wanna be hers, I wanna be yours.
She once was a true love of mine
I've been hit too hard, I've seen too much;
Nothing can heal me now, but your touch
The country music station plays soft;
but there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
I see, I see lovers in the meadow;
I see, I see silhouettes in the window;
I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on ;
To a shadow
Everybody's doin' something,;
I heard it in a dream,;
But when there's too much of nothing,;
It just makes a fella mean.
If I had wings and I could fly,;
I know where I would go.
