Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun;
Would treat a father so,;
To wait upon him hand and foot;
And always tell him, "No"?
take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
Don't trust me to show you beauty;
When beauty may only turn to rust.
Look into infinity, all you see is trouble.
When there is no more,;
You cut to the core;
Quicker than anyone I knew.
Never could learn to drink that blood;
And call it wine
The country music station plays soft;
but there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off
This is the key to the kingdom and this is the town;
This is the blind horse that leads you around
I see you kiss her on the cheek ev'rytime she gives a speech
Seen the arrow on the doorpost;
Saying, "This land is condemned;
All the way from New Orleans;
To Jerusalem."
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
And every time you get this close;
It makes me want to scream
Every time you leave and go off someplace,;
Things fall to pieces in my face
Praise be to Nero's Neptune;
The Titanic sails at dawn;
And everybody's shouting;
Which Side Are You On?
'Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind.
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby, I don't wanna be your boss.
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
People tell me it's a sin;
To know and feel too much within.
Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,;
He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull.
A million faces at my feet;
But all I see are dark eyes
goodbye's too good a word, gal;
so I'll just say fare thee well
I just can't fit;
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease;
Until He returns?
It's too hot to sleep time is running away
Satan whispers to ya, "Well, I don't want to bore ya,;
But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya."
What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?
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."
