While my conscience explodes; The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
Now, I can't go back to what was, baby,; I can't unring the bell.
She got a weird sense of humor that's all her own
he not busy being born, Is busy dying
Well, I wake in the morning, Fold my hands and pray for rain.; I got a head full of ideas, That are drivin' me insane.
Lovin' you is the one thing I'll never regret.
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.
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
You're the other half of what I am, you're the missing piece
You can make me cry; Never say goodbye
She said, "Be easy, baby,; There ain't nothin' worth stealin' in here."
if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now
One of these days and it won't be long; Going down in the valley and sing my song; I will sing it loud and sing it strong; Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong
But I will be back, I will survive,; You'll never get rid of me as long as you're alive.
I wasn't born to lose you.
All the laughter is just making me sad
I'm going back to New York City; I do believe I've had enough
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.
Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too; Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through
If this is love then gimme more; And more and more and more and more.
And every time you get this close; It makes me want to scream
Has the record been breaking,; Did the needle just skip
'Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind.
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain; That could hold you dear lady from going insane
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live,; When I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give
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
People tell me it's a sin; To know and feel too much within.
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
Well I don't dare close my eyes and I don't dare wink; Maybe in the next life I'll be able to hear myself think
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
You have explained every mystery.; What can I do for You?
All the tired horses in the sun; How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.
And you, you took me in,; You loved me then; You didn't waste time.
The way is long but the end is near, Already the fiesta has begun
They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
This is the key to the kingdom and this is the town; This is the blind horse that leads you around
But the magician is quicker and his game; Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies; I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,; All the pigeons gonna run to him.
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind; You could have done better but I don't mind; You just kinda wasted my precious time
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
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'll give you more gold; Than your apron can hold; If you'll only let your hair hang low
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
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,; Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
You could ride like Annie Oakley,; You could shoot like Belle Starr.
He said, Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?; I said, I got no money. He said, That ain't necessary.
your pleasure knows no limits
Don't trust me to show you the truth; When the truth may only be ashes and dust.
you remind me of something that used to be; somethin' that crossed over from another century
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
When you know as well as me; You'd rather see me paralyzed
They tell me everything is gonna be all right; But I don't know what "all right" even means
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
And they're breaking down the distance; Between right and wrong.
