How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,;
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
Yes, I see you on your window ledge;
But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says;
"Strike up the band," they hit it
I can't provide for you no easy answers,;
Who are you that I should have to lie?
In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection
She got a weird sense of humor that's all her own
There's only one step down from here, baby,;
It's called the land of permanent bliss.
The way is long but the end is near, Already the fiesta has begun
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."
Just do your thing, you'll be king;
If dogs run free.
Oh it's rush hour now;
On the wheel and the plow;
And the sun is going down;
Upon the sacred cow.
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing.
I gotta go;
Find out something only dead men know
Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through
she's true, like ice, like fire
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Last night I danced with a stranger;
But she just reminded me you were the one
Betrayed by a kiss on a cool night of bliss;
In the valley of the missing link
Some things last longer than you think they will;
There are some kind of things you can never kill
We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me
Your magnetic movements;
Still capture the minutes I'm in.
I'm in the streets;
With the tombstone blues
