We're both just one too many mornings; An' a thousand miles behind.
It's too hot to sleep time is running away
In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.
goodbye's too good a word, gal; so I'll just say fare thee well
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.
And they're breaking down the distance; Between right and wrong.
if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now
Reality has always had too many heads
People ask about you; I didn't tell them everything I knew
Well my house is on fire, burning to the sky
I could say that I'd be faithful, I could say it in one sweet, easy breath; But to you that would be cruelty and to me it surely would be death.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door; Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Tell ev'rybody; Down in ol' 'Frisco; That Tiny Montgomery's comin'; Down to say Hello
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',; But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
How does it feel
I'm goin' down to Tennessee,; Get me a truck 'r somethin'.; Gonna save my money and rip it up!
Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
Everybody must get stoned.
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.
I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain; You give something up for everything you gain
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,; For the child that cries; When innocence dies.
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
Everybody's doin' something,; I heard it in a dream,; But when there's too much of nothing,; It just makes a fella mean.
Wealth is a filthy rag; So erotic so unpatriotic; So wrapped up in the American flag
I just can't fit; Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
They don't want me around; 'Cause I believe in you.
Turn your back, wash your hands,; There's always someone who understands
There's always some new stranger sneakin' glances,; Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances
There's some people that; You don't forget,; Even though you've only seen'm; One time or two.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,; I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory,; And all your ragin' glory.
Don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you; It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
May you build a ladder to the stars; And climb on every rung.
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,; That we could sit simply in that room again.
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
I see people in the park forgetting their troubles and woes; They're drinking and dancing, wearing bright colored clothes; All the young men with their young women looking so good; Well, I'd trade places with any of them ; In a minute, if I could
It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung.
But even the president of the United States, Sometimes must have, To stand naked.
your pleasure knows no limits
I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go
They used to grow food in Kansas; Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw.; I can see the day coming when even your home garden; Is gonna be against the law.
I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.
May you have a strong foundation; When the winds of changes shift
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels; Trying to peel the moon and expose it
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,; All the pigeons gonna run to him.
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
If I ever lose her I will go insane; I go half crazy when she calls my name
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,; Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.
Sooner or later, one of us must know; That I really did try to get close to you
You can pound on the President's gate; But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late.
Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,; And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.
Nations are angry, cursed are some,; People are expecting a false peace to come.
Oh ev'ry foe that ever I faced
The cause was there before we came.
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.
