Oh ev'ry foe that ever I faced
The cause was there before we came.
Every day of the year's like playin' Russian roulette
Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?;
If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
Well, they're not showing any lights tonight;
And there's no moon.
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
When destruction cometh swiftly;
And there's no time to say a fare-thee-well,;
Have you decided whether you want to be;
In heaven or in hell?
Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!";
I say, "I would if I could, but, ;
I don't do sketches from memory."
Someone else is speakin' with my mouth, but I'm listening only to my heart.
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.
I'm in the streets;
With the tombstone blues
It's mighty funny;
the end of time has just begun
Somethin' there is about you that I can't quite put my finger on.
We're both just one too many mornings;
An' a thousand miles behind.
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
I can't provide for you no easy answers,;
Who are you that I should have to lie?
If I had wings and I could fly,;
I know where I would go.
People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah,;
Makes you stop and all wonder why.
I can't help it if I'm lucky.
Well, You've done it all and there's no more anyone can pretend to do.;
What can I do for You?
I don't need any reminder;
To know how much I really care
May you build a ladder to the stars;
And climb on every rung.
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears;
In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors;
Lookin' into the lost forgotten years;
For dignity
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave
The sky is trembling, And I must leave.
Silver and gold;
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex,;
It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.
