Yesterday everything was going too fast;
Today, it's moving too slow

Boys in the street beginning to play;
Girls like birds flying away

I've gained some recognition but I lost my appetite.

I wasn't born to lose you.

I like the cool way you look at me,;
Everything about you is bringing me;
Misery.

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

Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,;
Carefully removes his fez,;
"Am I hearin' you right?"

Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!";
I say, "I would if I could, but, ;
I don't do sketches from memory."

Don't follow leaders;
Watch the parkin' meters

Something there is about you that brings back a long forgotten truth

But does anyone hear the music they play Does anyone even try?

All I really want to do,;
Is, baby, be friends with you.

Let me ask you one question;
Is your money that good

I must admit I felt a little uneasy;
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe

I got troubles, I think maybe you got troubles,;
I think maybe we'd better leave each other alone.

If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born

Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales

There's no one here, the gardener is gone

I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal

God is in heaven;
And we all want what's his;
But power and greed and corruptible seed;
Seem to be all that there is

Always on the outside of whatever side there was,;
When they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because."

Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through

he not busy being born, Is busy dying

Well, I asked for something to eat;
I'm hungry as a hog;
So I get brown rice, seaweed;
And a dirty hot dog

I'll see you later when I'm not so out of my head,;
Maybe next time I'll let the dead bury the dead.

When I'm all alone;
In the great unknown,;
I'll remember you.

Well, I try my best;
To be just like I am,;
But everybody wants you;
To be just like them.

I'll remember you;
When the wind blows through the piney wood.

Well, I don't have to be no doctor, babe,;
To see that you're madly in love.

Look into infinity, all you see is trouble.

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

For I know that you know that I know that you know;
Something is tearing up your mind.

Ain't complaining 'bout what I got;
Seen better times, but who has not?

the cops don't need you;
and man they expect the same

They don't want me around;
'Cause I believe in you.

For all eternity I think I will remember;
That icy wind that's howling in your eye.

Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave,;
"Let's go and play Adam and Eve.";
I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin';
When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or sumpin',;
You see what happened last time they started."

I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,;
See like me or be like me.

You're gonna have to serve somebody.

Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.

I don't know why I love her but I just can't stop

You have explained every mystery.;
What can I do for You?

Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road

All he believes are his eyes, And his eyes, they just tell him lies

A saxophone someplace far off played

That long black cloud is comin' down

On the rising curve,;
Where the ways of nature will test every nerve,;
You won't get anything you don't deserve,;
Where we were born in time.

Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.

No, no, no, it ain't me, babe

I've already ripped out the phones, honey.;
You can't walk the streets in a war

It ain't my cup of meat.

Run your fingers down my spine;
Bring me a touch of bliss

If he needs a third eye he just grows it

the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming

Can't you hear that motor turnin'?;
Automobile comin' into style

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.

I been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down