Oh, some of us'll end up;
In St. Cloud Prison,;
And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
Don't follow leaders;
Watch the parkin' meters
I see nothing to be gained by any explanation;
There are no words that need to be said
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,;
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
Don't trust me to show you the truth;
When the truth may only be ashes and dust.
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim,;
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
Put my tears in a bottle
Screw the top on tight
there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
There's always some new stranger sneakin' glances,;
Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances
Betrayed by a kiss on a cool night of bliss;
In the valley of the missing link
If you want to live easy
Baby pack your clothes with mine
Here is your throat back;
Thanks for the loan
Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around;
Some on their way up, some on their way down
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,;
All the pigeons gonna run to him.
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
If your mem'ry serves you well,;
You'll remember you're the one;
That called on me to call on them;
To get you your favors done.
Now, a very great man once said;
That some people rob you with a fountain pen.;
It didn't take too long to find out;
Just what he was talkin' about.
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.
People disagreeing everywhere you look,;
Makes you wanna stop and read a book.
No knife could ever cut our love apart
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.
I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go
What drives me to you is what drives me insane.
I stood alone upon the ridge and all I did was watch.
Darkness at the break of noon
'Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind.
