Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,;
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
And the words that are used;
For to get the ship confused;
Will not be understood as they're spoken.
I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed;
You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
Your temperature's too hot for taming
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.;
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
Don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you;
It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work,;
Nobody stops to ask why.
It's many a guard;
That stands around smilin',;
Holdin' his club;
Like he was a king.
I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies;
I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes
Oh the fishes will laugh;
As they swim out of the path;
And the seagulls they'll be smiling.
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
Everybody must get stoned.
Some things last longer than you think they will;
There are some kind of things you can never kill
I need a dump truck mama to unload my head
Your cracked country lips,;
I still wish to kiss,;
As to be under the strength of your skin.
Whatever you wanted;
Slipped out of my mind
And they're breaking down the distance;
Between right and wrong.
It's too bright a light, he said, "For anybody's eyes,;
If you've never seen one it's a blessing in disguise."
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
You're the other half of what I am, you're the missing piece
I finally realize there's no room for regret
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
For I know that you know that I know that you know;
Something is tearing up your mind.
May you always know the truth;
And see the lights surrounding you.
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
I got a poison headache,;
But I feel all right
