Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
Well the desert is hot, the mountain is cursed,;
Pray that I don't die of thirst,;
Baby, two feet from the well.
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 finally realize there's no room for regret
Oh, some of us'll end up;
In St. Cloud Prison,;
And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
You can't get to glory by the raising and the lowering of no flag.;
Put your goodness next to God's and it comes out like a filthy rag.
Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around;
Some on their way up, some on their way down
Darkness at the break of noon
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.
And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
Some things in life, it gets too late to learn
You have explained every mystery.;
What can I do for You?
I don't wanna be hers, I wanna be yours.
I seen the kingdoms of the world and it's makin' me feel afraid.
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,;
Should I leave them by your gate,;
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain;
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
I don't need no alibi when I'm spending time with you.;
I've heard all of them rumors and you have heard 'em too.
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
I just want you to know;
I can see through your masks
Not one more night, not one more kiss,;
Not this time baby, no more of this,;
Takes too much skill, takes too much will,;
It's revealing.
Guess it's too late to say the things to you;
That you needed to hear me say.
Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?
People tell me it's a sin;
To know and feel too much within.
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,;
And the dust of rumors covers me.
Oh ev'ry foe that ever I faced
The cause was there before we came.
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
Soon as a man is born, you know the sparks begin to fly, He gets wise in his own eyes and he's made to believe a lie.
