Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt.
My children will go, As soon as they grow.;
Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them.
Last night I danced with a stranger;
But she just reminded me you were the one
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
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
The sky is trembling, And I must leave.
She once was a true love of mine
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
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
Because something is happening here;
But you don't know what it is;
Do you, Mister Jones?
If the bible is right, the world will explode
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea;
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
They say ev'rything can be replaced
I'll see you later when I'm not so out of my head,;
Maybe next time I'll let the dead bury the dead.
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
This is the key to the kingdom and this is the town;
This is the blind horse that leads you around
Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees?
The way is long but the end is near, Already the fiesta has begun
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties;
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
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.
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
Well, there's voices in the night trying to be heard;
I'm sitting here listening to every mind polluting word
Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch
You know, the streets are filled with vipers;
Who've lost all ray of hope,;
You know, it ain't even safe no more;
In the palace of the Pope.
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.
Some things are too hot to touch;
The human mind can only stand so much
