May you build a ladder to the stars;
And climb on every rung.
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too";
He said, "You're not Him"
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
Your magnetic movements;
Still capture the minutes I'm in.
When he died I was hopin' that it wasn't contagious
Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
I'm already there in my mind;
And that's good enough for now
Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time.
The sky is trembling, And I must leave.
It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung.
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,;
And the dust of rumors covers me.
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,;
Should I leave them by your gate,;
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
Every brain is civilized,;
Every nerve is analyzed,;
Everything is criticized when you are in need.
Oh ev'ry foe that ever I faced
The cause was there before we came.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.;
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup
Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past;
I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast
Well my nerves are exploding and my body's tense;
I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats;
Too noble to neglect;
Deceived me into thinking;
I had something to protect
Oh the fishes will laugh;
As they swim out of the path;
And the seagulls they'll be smiling.
Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.
She's got everything she needs,;
She's an artist, she don't look back
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher,;
Wiggle 'til you vomit fire
Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around;
Some on their way up, some on their way down
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in;
Sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks
Well, I wake in the morning, Fold my hands and pray for rain.;
I got a head full of ideas, That are drivin' me insane.
Time is a jet plane, it moves too fast;
Oh, but what a shame if all we've shared can't last.
