I believe in the impossible, you know that I do
Your cracked country lips,;
I still wish to kiss,;
As to be under the strength of your skin.
Your mind is your temple, keep it beautiful and free,;
Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see.
I'm going out of my mind;
With a pain that stops and starts
I know God is my shield and he won't lead me astray
People on the platforms;
Waiting for the trains;
I can hear their hearts a-beatin';
Like pendulums swinging on chains
And the words that are used;
For to get the ship confused;
Will not be understood as they're spoken.
We're both just one too many mornings;
An' a thousand miles behind.
Something there is about you that brings back a long forgotten truth
I was all right 'til I fell in love with you
I stood alone upon the ridge and all I did was watch.
I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain;
You give something up for everything you gain
There's only one step down from here, baby,;
It's called the land of permanent bliss.
I wasn't born to lose you.
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
I'm goin' down to Tennessee,;
Get me a truck 'r somethin'.;
Gonna save my money and rip it up!
Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously;
But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.
I got troubles, I think maybe you got troubles,;
I think maybe we'd better leave each other alone.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.;
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
What's lost is lost, we can't regain what went down in the flood
No time to suffer or blink;
And no time to think
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,;
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
Everybody's doin' something,;
I heard it in a dream,;
But when there's too much of nothing,;
It just makes a fella mean.
Run your fingers down my spine;
Bring me a touch of bliss
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got;
Seen better times, but who has not?
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?;
If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
