Build a fire, throw on logs;
And listen to it hiss;
And let it burn, burn, burn, burn;
On a night like this.
You think you can hide but you're never alone,;
Ask Lot what he thought when his wife turned to stone.
She said, "Be easy, baby,;
There ain't nothin' worth stealin' in here."
Some things last longer than you think they will;
There are some kind of things you can never kill
I'm in the streets;
With the tombstone blues
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too";
He said, "You're not Him"
You know, the streets are filled with vipers;
Who've lost all ray of hope,;
You know, it ain't even safe no more;
In the palace of the Pope.
They said it was the land of milk and honey,;
now they say it's the land of money.;
Who ever thought they could ever make that stick.
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
If he needs a third eye he just grows it
Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing.
Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues;
You can tell by the way she smiles
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,;
And the dust of rumors covers me.
Oh the fishes will laugh;
As they swim out of the path;
And the seagulls they'll be smiling.
I looked at my watch;
I looked at my wrist;
I punched myself in the face with my fist
But I will be back, I will survive,;
You'll never get rid of me as long as you're alive.
It's all been designed, he said, "To make you lose your mind,;
And when you go back to find it, there's nothing there to find."
Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Gon' walk on down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun
Did I miss the mark or;
Over-step the line;
That only you could see?
They say ev'rything can be replaced
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?;
Automobile comin' into style
Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here.;
Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on.
Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease;
Until He returns?
Every time you leave and go off someplace,;
Things fall to pieces in my face
Lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above
I'd never say;
That I done it the way;
That you'd have liked me to.
