Tell ev'rybody;
Down in ol' 'Frisco;
That Tiny Montgomery's comin';
Down to say Hello
Put your body next to mine;
And keep me company,;
There is plenty a room for all,;
So please don't elbow me.
I been hangin’ on threads
I been playin’ it straight
Now, I’ve just got to cut loose
Before it gets late
But the magician is quicker and his game;
Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?
Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease;
Until He returns?
No knife could ever cut our love apart
Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow
It's so impossible to even learn the tune.
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
Seen the arrow on the doorpost;
Saying, "This land is condemned;
All the way from New Orleans;
To Jerusalem."
I see nothing to be gained by any explanation;
There are no words that need to be said
All the people we used to know;
Are an illusion to me now
Last night I danced with a stranger;
But she just reminded me you were the one
Don't follow leaders;
Watch the parkin' meters
Rock me, pretty baby, rock me 'til everything gets real;
Rock me for a little while, rock me 'til there's nothing left to feel;
And I'll rock you too
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
Do you know where we're headin'?;
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Not one more night, not one more kiss,;
Not this time baby, no more of this,;
Takes too much skill, takes too much will,;
It's revealing.
The sun's not yellow it's chicken
The birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed
Have you got some unfinished business?;
Is there something holding you back?;
Are you thinking for yourself;
Or are you following the pack?
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."
if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now
Look into infinity, all you see is trouble.
All the tired horses in the sun;
How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.
Everybody's wearing a disguise;
To hide what they've got left behind their eyes
There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them
