Yes, I see you on your window ledge; But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge
You can't get to glory by the raising and the lowering of no flag.; Put your goodness next to God's and it comes out like a filthy rag.
If there's a poor boy on the street,; Then let him have my seat; 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously; But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.
She knows where I'd like to be; But it doesn't matter.
When I met you, baby,; You didn't show no visible scars.
You don't need a weather man; To know which way the wind blows
He bought me with a price,; Freed me from the pit,; Full of emptiness and wrath; And the fire that burns in it.
Darkness at the break of noon
I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave
people don’t live or die, people just float
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud; Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?; Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
You know, the streets are filled with vipers; Who've lost all ray of hope,; You know, it ain't even safe no more; In the palace of the Pope.
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,; See like me or be like me.
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.
The door has closed forevermore
If indeed there ever was a door
When we meet again; Introduced as friends; Please don't let on that you knew me when; I was hungry and it was your world.
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke,; How long must I suffer, Lord, how long must I be provoked?; Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed,; Lord keep my blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.
Silver and gold; Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
I believe in the impossible, you know that I do
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
it is not he or she or them or it; That you belong to.
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
Radiant jewel, mystical wife.
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
I'd never say; That I done it the way; That you'd have liked me to.
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road
Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.; One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.
I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the way.
I been hangin’ on threads
I been playin’ it straight
Now, I’ve just got to cut loose
Before it gets late
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
Heart of mine be still,; You can play with fire, But you'll get the bill
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."
I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble
I can change, I swear, oh, oh,; See what you can do.; I can make it through,; You can make it too.
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
People on the platforms; Waiting for the trains; I can hear their hearts a-beatin'; Like pendulums swinging on chains
Well, they're not showing any lights tonight; And there's no moon.
My so-called friends have fallen under a spell.; They look me squarely in the eye and they say, "All is well."; Can they imagine the darkness that will fall from on high; When men will beg God to kill them and they won't be able to die?
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Go melt back into the night, babe,; Everything inside is made of stone.; There's nothing in here moving, An' anyway I'm not alone.
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances; My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got; Seen better times, but who has not?
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.
Never could learn to drink that blood; And call it wine
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
Everything passes,; Everything changes,; Just do what you think you should do.
Trees that've stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall.
It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung.
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,; Lay down the song you strum,; And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings; No voice can hope to hum.
