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.
You were trying to break into another world;
A world I never knew.;
I always kind of wondered;
If you ever made it through.
as long as the world keeps a-turnin', I just keep a-turnin' too.
You speak to me;
In sign language;
As I'm eating a sandwich
Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease;
Until He returns?
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,;
And the dust of rumors covers me.
In the day of confession;
We cannot mock a soul.;
Oh, when there's too much of nothing,;
No one has control.
When they came for Him in the garden, did they know?
Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here.;
Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on.
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
Sometimes I wanna take to the road and plunder
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
You're so damn nonchalant;
But it's your mind that I want.
to live outside the law, you must be honest
The vagabond who's rapping at your door;
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
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?
You should be made;
To wear earphones
People ask about you;
I didn't tell them everything I knew
Now, when I was just a bawlin' child,;
I saw what I wanted to be
Now, don't crowd me, lady;
Or I'll fill up your shoe
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
There was music in the cafes at night;
And revolution in the air.
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
Every time you leave and go off someplace,;
Things fall to pieces in my face
Now, a very great man once said;
That some people rob you with a fountain pen.;
It didn't take too long to find out;
Just what he was talkin' about.
Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
Those are the hill of heaven, my love;
You and I'll never know
Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,;
Overturn these tables.;
This place don't make sense to me no more.
I'm already there in my mind;
And that's good enough for now