Do you ever wonder just what God requires?;
You think He's just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.
I looked at my watch;
I looked at my wrist;
I punched myself in the face with my fist
Have you got some unfinished business?;
Is there something holding you back?;
Are you thinking for yourself;
Or are you following the pack?
Too many thoughts get in the way in the day
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain;
Pay for your ticket and don't complain
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer;
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,;
See like me or be like me.
Well, they're not showing any lights tonight;
And there's no moon.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.;
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
I see, I see lovers in the meadow;
I see, I see silhouettes in the window;
I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on ;
To a shadow
Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,;
Overturn these tables.;
This place don't make sense to me no more.
Cities on fire, phones out of order
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,;
It's done with a flick of the wrist.
I need a dump truck mama to unload my head
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet
Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past;
I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast
If there's a poor boy on the street,;
Then let him have my seat;
'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.
Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease;
Until He returns?
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.
The night is pitch black, come an' make my;
Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
You say you love me;
And you're thinkin' of me,;
But you know you could be wrong.
They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
She said, "Be easy, baby,;
There ain't nothin' worth stealin' in here."
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,;
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
I'll see you later when I'm not so out of my head,;
Maybe next time I'll let the dead bury the dead.
Soon as a man is born, you know the sparks begin to fly, He gets wise in his own eyes and he's made to believe a lie.
