Now at midnight all the agents;
And the superhuman crew;
Come out and round up everyone;
That knows more than they do
You say my kisses are not like his,;
But this time I'm not gonna tell you why that is.
I got troubles, I think maybe you got troubles,;
I think maybe we'd better leave each other alone.
The country music station plays soft;
but there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off
You will search, babe, At any cost.;
But how long, babe, Can you search for what's not lost?
Build a fire, throw on logs;
And listen to it hiss;
And let it burn, burn, burn, burn;
On a night like this.
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Your cracked country lips,;
I still wish to kiss,;
As to be under the strength of your skin.
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'm going out of my mind;
With a pain that stops and starts
People ask about you;
I didn't tell them everything I knew
Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.
Now you stand here expectin' me to remember somethin' you forgot to say
Trees that've stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall.
I'd never say;
That I done it the way;
That you'd have liked me to.
You got a lotta nerve;
To say you are my friend
Roses are red, violets are blue;
And time is beginning to crawl
Those are the hills of hell-fire my love;
Where you and I will unite
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim,;
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
For all eternity I think I will remember;
That icy wind that's howling in your eye.
When I met you, baby,;
You didn't show no visible scars.
Your loyalty is not to me;
But to the stars above
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
When they came for Him in the garden, did they know?
Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around;
Some on their way up, some on their way down
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,;
That we could sit simply in that room again.
People are crazy and times are strange
Don't trust me to show you the truth;
When the truth may only be ashes and dust.
