The vagabond who's rapping at your door; Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Build a fire, throw on logs; And listen to it hiss; And let it burn, burn, burn, burn; On a night like this.
Now, a very great man once said; That some people rob you with a fountain pen.; It didn't take too long to find out; Just what he was talkin' about.
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,; It's done with a flick of the wrist.
Oh it's rush hour now; On the wheel and the plow; And the sun is going down; Upon the sacred cow.
People disagreeing everywhere you look,; Makes you wanna stop and read a book.
We're idiots, babe.; It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
Don't trust me to show you love; When my love may be only lust.
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,; And the dust of rumors covers me.
The night is pitch black, come an' make my; Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand; In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
Don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you; It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
I'd never say; That I done it the way; That you'd have liked me to.
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.
Yesterday everything was going too fast; Today, it's moving too slow
I got nothing left to burn
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
What good am I if I say foolish things; And I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings; And I just turn my back while you silently die,; What good am I?
If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
Now the rainman gave me two cures,; Then he said, "Jump right in."; The one was Texas medicine,; The other was just railroad gin.
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
Your temperature's too hot for taming
Now at midnight all the agents; And the superhuman crew; Come out and round up everyone; That knows more than they do
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
If you're looking for assistance, babe,; Or if you just want some company; Or if you just want a friend you can talk to,; Honey, come and see about me.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?; Automobile comin' into style
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
The sky is trembling, And I must leave.
Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through
Put your ear to the train tracks, put your ear to the ground,; You ever feel like you're never alone even when there's nobody else around?; Since the beginning of the universe man's been cursed by trouble.
We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.
Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues; You can tell by the way she smiles
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
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."
your pleasure knows no limits
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
Searching for my double, looking for; Complete evaporation to the core
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',; But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
But the magician is quicker and his game; Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
Time passes slowly when you're lost in a dream.
You're the other half of what I am, you're the missing piece
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
Your magnetic movements; Still capture the minutes I'm in.
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.
Sooner or later, one of us must know; That I really did try to get close to you
Well, You've done it all and there's no more anyone can pretend to do.; What can I do for You?
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.
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears; In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors; Lookin' into the lost forgotten years; For dignity
That's how it is when things disintegrate
Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it?
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."
Oh, some of us'll end up; In St. Cloud Prison,; And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
