When I met you, baby,;
You didn't show no visible scars.
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,;
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?;
Automobile comin' into style
Won't you come with me, baby?;
I'll take you where you wanna go.;
And if it don't work out, You'll be the first to know
In the hills of mystery,;
In the foggy web of destiny,;
You can have what's left of me,;
Where we were born in time.
Now, don't crowd me, lady;
Or I'll fill up your shoe
Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues;
You can tell by the way she smiles
I got new eyes ;
Everything looks far away
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
It's mighty funny;
the end of time has just begun
What's lost is lost, we can't regain what went down in the flood
It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung.
time is running backwards
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
I see, I see lovers in the meadow;
I see, I see silhouettes in the window;
I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on ;
To a shadow
How long can I stay in this nowhere café
I'm hungry and I'm irritable;
And I'm tired of this bag of tricks.;
At one time there was nothing wrong with me;
That you could not fix.
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."
you remind me of something that used to be;
somethin' that crossed over from another century
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe;
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said;
"You look like the silent type."
Talk about perfection, I ain't never seen none
It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun;
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never know of one."
I must admit I felt a little uneasy;
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
Time passes slowly when you're searchin' for love.
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
Never could learn to drink that blood;
And call it wine
With haunted hearts through the heat and cold
We never thought we could ever get old
