I got nothing left to burn
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.
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Your cracked country lips,;
I still wish to kiss,;
As to be under the strength of your skin.
My love she speaks like silence
Now, when I was just a bawlin' child,;
I saw what I wanted to be
I believe in the impossible, you know that I do
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Satan whispers to ya, "Well, I don't want to bore ya,;
But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya."
Turn your back, wash your hands,;
There's always someone who understands
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."
People on the platforms;
Waiting for the trains;
I can hear their hearts a-beatin';
Like pendulums swinging on chains
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed;
You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
Tell ev'rybody;
Down in ol' 'Frisco;
That Tiny Montgomery's comin';
Down to say Hello
We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
Well, I don't have to be no doctor, babe,;
To see that you're madly in love.
Your loyalty is not to me;
But to the stars above
On the rising curve,;
Where the ways of nature will test every nerve,;
You won't get anything you don't deserve,;
Where we were born in time.
Somebody's got to find your trail,;
I guess it must be up to me.
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
Well I don't dare close my eyes and I don't dare wink;
Maybe in the next life I'll be able to hear myself think
Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.;
One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.
You can't get to glory by the raising and the lowering of no flag.;
Put your goodness next to God's and it comes out like a filthy rag.
How can I explain?;
Oh, it's so hard to get on
I don't need any reminder;
To know how much I really care
I'm going out of my mind;
With a pain that stops and starts
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
Rock me, pretty baby, rock me 'til everything gets real;
Rock me for a little while, rock me 'til there's nothing left to feel;
And I'll rock you too
