The vagabond who's rapping at your door;
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Every time you leave and go off someplace,;
Things fall to pieces in my face
Oh it's rush hour now;
On the wheel and the plow;
And the sun is going down;
Upon the sacred cow.
Do you ever wonder just what God requires?;
You think He's just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain;
Pay for your ticket and don't complain
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea;
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
Time is a jet plane, it moves too fast;
Oh, but what a shame if all we've shared can't last.
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
You could make me cry if you don't know.
Let me ask you one question;
Is your money that good
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around;
Some on their way up, some on their way down
When they came for Him in the garden, did they know?
An' here I sit so patiently;
Waiting to find out what price;
You have to pay to get out of;
Going through all these things twice.
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
Most of the time;
I can't even be sure;
If she was ever with me;
Or if I was with her.
Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too;
Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.
Heart of mine be still,;
You can play with fire, But you'll get the bill
Well, I don't have to be no doctor, babe,;
To see that you're madly in love.
Roses are red, violets are blue;
And time is beginning to crawl
We sat in an empty theater and we kissed,;
I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list.
The sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet.
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',;
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
Go melt back into the night, babe,;
Everything inside is made of stone.;
There's nothing in here moving, An' anyway I'm not alone.
Well the desert is hot, the mountain is cursed,;
Pray that I don't die of thirst,;
Baby, two feet from the well.
I got nothing left to burn
But the enemy I see
Wears a cloak of decency
