How long can I stay in this nowhere café
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats;
Too noble to neglect;
Deceived me into thinking;
I had something to protect
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?;
Automobile comin' into style
Silver and gold;
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Ever since you walked right in, the circle's been complete
Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
Well, there's voices in the night trying to be heard;
I'm sitting here listening to every mind polluting word
I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings, And I've never been too impressed.
They say ev'rything can be replaced
Everybody's doin' something,;
I heard it in a dream,;
But when there's too much of nothing,;
It just makes a fella mean.
At dawn my lover comes to me;
And tells me of her dreams;
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse;
Into the ditch of what each one means
I know God is my shield and he won't lead me astray
Well I don't dare close my eyes and I don't dare wink;
Maybe in the next life I'll be able to hear myself think
We're idiots, babe.;
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around;
Some on their way up, some on their way down
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
All I really want to do,;
Is, baby, be friends with you.
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,;
All the pigeons gonna run to him.
Boys in the street beginning to play;
Girls like birds flying away
And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
Never could learn to drink that blood;
And call it wine
you remind me of something that used to be;
somethin' that crossed over from another century
Every time you leave and go off someplace,;
Things fall to pieces in my face
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
it is not he or she or them or it;
That you belong to.
While my conscience explodes;
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
For the loser now;
Will be later to win
Now there's spiritual warfare and flesh and blood breaking down.;
Ya either got faith or ya got unbelief and there ain't no neutral ground.
