Because something is happening here;
But you don't know what it is;
Do you, Mister Jones?
Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow
Gon' walk on down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun
We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right
Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too;
Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through
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.
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,;
For the child that cries;
When innocence dies.
Now there's spiritual warfare and flesh and blood breaking down.;
Ya either got faith or ya got unbelief and there ain't no neutral ground.
Your temperature's too hot for taming
They tell me everything is gonna be all right;
But I don't know what "all right" even means
In the hills of mystery,;
In the foggy web of destiny,;
You can have what's left of me,;
Where we were born in time.
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke
If you're a doctor, I need a shot of love.
It was then that I got up to leave;
But she said, "Don't forget,;
Everybody must give something back;
For something they get."
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
people don’t live or die, people just float
I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound;
Someone's always yelling turn it down
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
Junk is piling up, taking up space
Well, You've done it all and there's no more anyone can pretend to do.;
What can I do for You?
Guess it's too late to say the things to you;
That you needed to hear me say.
Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
I still can remember the way that you smiled
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
Last night I danced with a stranger;
But she just reminded me you were the one
All the people we used to know;
Are an illusion to me now
And they're breaking down the distance;
Between right and wrong.
