I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
Lost time is not found again
as long as the world keeps a-turnin', I just keep a-turnin' too.
You should be made; To wear earphones
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
What drives me to you is what drives me insane.
I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble
I'd never say; That I done it the way; That you'd have liked me to.
goodbye's too good a word, gal; so I'll just say fare thee well
It's mighty funny; the end of time has just begun
Shine your light, shine your light on me; Ya know I just couldn't make it by myself.; I'm a little too blind to see
We never thought we could ever get old.; We thought we could sit forever in fun
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Nations are angry, cursed are some,; People are expecting a false peace to come.
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.
the cops don't need you; and man they expect the same
If you're a doctor, I need a shot of love.
We sat in an empty theater and we kissed,; I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list.
Look into infinity, all you see is trouble.
Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice's beautiful face; And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
You could ride like Annie Oakley,; You could shoot like Belle Starr.
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk; Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.; Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?; You looked a little burned out, my friend,; I thought it might be up to me.
I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours
All the tired horses in the sun; How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,; All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
That long black cloud is comin' down
I don't need no alibi when I'm spending time with you.; I've heard all of them rumors and you have heard 'em too.
Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame; I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.
Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.
Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow
I'm in the streets; With the tombstone blues
Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me; And I do not really need to be; Assured that love is just a four-letter word
I'm hungry and I'm irritable; And I'm tired of this bag of tricks.; At one time there was nothing wrong with me; That you could not fix.
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,; That we could sit simply in that room again.
you remind me of something that used to be; somethin' that crossed over from another century
You were trying to break into another world; A world I never knew.; I always kind of wondered; If you ever made it through.
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.; He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.
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.
Trees that've stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall.
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,; What good am I?
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
The way is long but the end is near, Already the fiesta has begun
Has the record been breaking,; Did the needle just skip
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got; Seen better times, but who has not?
I must admit I felt a little uneasy; When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
You have explained every mystery.; What can I do for You?
Heart of mine be still,; You can play with fire, But you'll get the bill
Talk about perfection, I ain't never seen none
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer; It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
He said, Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?; I said, I got no money. He said, That ain't necessary.
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed; You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
We pointed out the way to go; And scratched your name in sand,; Though you just thought it was nothing more; Than a place for you to stand.
The pump don't work; 'Cause the vandals took the handles
