Now the moon is almost hidden;
The stars are beginning to hide;
The fortunetelling lady;
Has even taken all her things inside
I don't know why I love her but I just can't stop
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
You were snow, you were rain;
You were striped, you were plain,;
I'll remember you;
At the end of the trail,;
I had so much left to do,;
I had so little time to fail.
You're so damn nonchalant;
But it's your mind that I want.
I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble
A saxophone someplace far off played
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
We're both just one too many mornings;
An' a thousand miles behind.
Your temperature's too hot for taming
When I'm all alone;
In the great unknown,;
I'll remember you.
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?
Every time you leave and go off someplace,;
Things fall to pieces in my face
You can pound on the President's gate;
But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late.
I'm going back to New York City;
I do believe I've had enough
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.
If your mem'ry serves you well,;
You'll remember you're the one;
That called on me to call on them;
To get you your favors done.
My conscience is beginning to bother me today.
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby, I don't wanna be your boss.
You should be made;
To wear earphones
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
I want to thank You, Lord,;
I just want to thank You, Lord,;
Thank You, Lord.
Well my house is on fire, burning to the sky
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
Sometimes I wanna take to the road and plunder
