Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,;
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
it is not he or she or them or it;
That you belong to.
If he needs a third eye he just grows it
Don't follow leaders;
Watch the parkin' meters
I believe in the impossible, you know that I do
I was in a whirlwind, now I'm in some better place.
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,;
Lay down the song you strum,;
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings;
No voice can hope to hum.
I've been hit too hard, I've seen too much;
Nothing can heal me now, but your touch
I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me
goodbye's too good a word, gal;
so I'll just say fare thee well
While my conscience explodes;
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
Oh my name it is nothin';
My age it means less
What was it you wanted;
When you were kissing my check?
Did I miss the mark or;
Over-step the line;
That only you could see?
She's got everything she needs,;
She's an artist, she don't look back
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
I got new eyes ;
Everything looks far away
She's a hypnotist collector
I'd never say;
That I done it the way;
That you'd have liked me to.
The sky is trembling, And I must leave.
Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore;
You may not see me tomorrow.
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go;
To the valley below
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
You're the other half of what I am, you're the missing piece
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears;
In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors;
Lookin' into the lost forgotten years;
For dignity
I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says;
"Strike up the band," they hit it
The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,;
But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.
