Time passes slowly when you're lost in a dream.
Time is a jet plane, it moves too fast;
Oh, but what a shame if all we've shared can't last.
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.
I've already ripped out the phones, honey.;
You can't walk the streets in a war
I see nothing to be gained by any explanation;
There are no words that need to be said
I believe in the impossible, you know that I do
I like the cool way you look at me,;
Everything about you is bringing me;
Misery.
We're both just one too many mornings;
An' a thousand miles behind.
When he died I was hopin' that it wasn't contagious
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave
Sooner or later, one of us must know;
That I really did try to get close to you
I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me
I don't want to fake you out
there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!";
I say, "I would if I could, but, ;
I don't do sketches from memory."
Reality has always had too many heads
Rock me, pretty baby, rock me 'til everything gets real;
Rock me for a little while, rock me 'til there's nothing left to feel;
And I'll rock you too
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,;
Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery
Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,;
He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull.
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud;
Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
Won't you dance with me?;
I'm fallin' in love with you.
Now, I can't go back to what was, baby,;
I can't unring the bell.
Do you know where we're headin'?;
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
All I really want to do,;
Is, baby, be friends with you.
Do you ever wonder just what God requires?;
You think He's just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.
