I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind;
You could have done better but I don't mind;
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But the magician is quicker and his game;
Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.
You're the other half of what I am, you're the missing piece
Searching for my double, looking for;
Complete evaporation to the core
I don't need any reminder;
To know how much I really care
On the rising curve,;
Where the ways of nature will test every nerve,;
You won't get anything you don't deserve,;
Where we were born in time.
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
All the tired horses in the sun;
How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.
I must admit I felt a little uneasy;
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
Someone else is speakin' with my mouth, but I'm listening only to my heart.
There's always some new stranger sneakin' glances,;
Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances
Do you ever wonder just what God requires?;
You think He's just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.
I looked at my watch;
I looked at my wrist;
I punched myself in the face with my fist
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.;
One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.
There's some people that;
You don't forget,;
Even though you've only seen'm;
One time or two.
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.;
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
He said, Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?;
I said, I got no money. He said, That ain't necessary.
We always did feel the same,;
We just saw it from a different point of view
Are you still my friend, baby, show me a sign
They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
Lost time is not found again
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',;
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
But I mean no harm nor put fault, On anyone that lives in a vault, But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.
I'm going back to New York City;
I do believe I've had enough
