Tell ev'rybody; Down in ol' 'Frisco; That Tiny Montgomery's comin'; Down to say Hello
Don't follow leaders; Watch the parkin' meters
the cops don't need you; and man they expect the same
I can't provide for you no easy answers,; Who are you that I should have to lie?
They say ev'rything can be replaced
My head tells me it's time to make a change; But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer; It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
There was music in the cafes at night; And revolution in the air.
That long black cloud is comin' down
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
And every one of them words rang true; And glowed like burnin' coal; Pourin' off of every page; Like it was written in my soul from me to you
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line,; Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore; You may not see me tomorrow.
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears; In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors; Lookin' into the lost forgotten years; For dignity
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
It's the ways of the flesh to war against the spirit; Twenty-four hours a day you can feel it and you can hear it; Using all the devices under the sun.
I'm going back to New York City; I do believe I've had enough
I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized
Well, You've done it all and there's no more anyone can pretend to do.; What can I do for You?
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,; Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
Have I surrendered to the will of God; Or am I still acting like the boss?
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
Well, I asked for something to eat; I'm hungry as a hog; So I get brown rice, seaweed; And a dirty hot dog
Well, you're on your own, you always were,; In a land of wolves and thieves.
Are you still my friend, baby, show me a sign
I got nothing left to burn
There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them
Not one more night, not one more kiss,; Not this time baby, no more of this,; Takes too much skill, takes too much will,; It's revealing.
people don’t live or die, people just float
I know God is my shield and he won't lead me astray
Where black is the color, where none is the number
Silver and gold; Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead
Your mind is your temple, keep it beautiful and free,; Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see.
I believe in the impossible, you know that I do
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime; Or is it just solid rock?
People disagreeing everywhere you look,; Makes you wanna stop and read a book.
Cities on fire, phones out of order
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Your loyalty is not to me; But to the stars above
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
I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me
My heart's in the Highlands at the break of dawn; By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan; Big white clouds, like chariots that swing down low; Well my heart's in the Highlands; Only place left to go
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy; When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
Because something is happening here; But you don't know what it is; Do you, Mister Jones?
And they're breaking down the distance; Between right and wrong.
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
You can pound on the President's gate; But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late.
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain; That could hold you dear lady from going insane
Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,; Overturn these tables.; This place don't make sense to me no more.
The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,; But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.
Our conversation was short and sweet; It nearly swept me off-a my feet.
Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees?
