Well, I don't have to be no doctor, babe,; To see that you're madly in love.
Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too; Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through
You're the one I've been looking for,; You're the one that's got the key.; But I can't figure out whether I'm too good for you; Or you're too good for me.
The night passed away so quickly; It always does when you're with me.
How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?
I was in your presence for an hour or so; Or was it a day? I truly don't know.
'Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind.
The pump don't work; 'Cause the vandals took the handles
Guess it's too late to say the things to you; That you needed to hear me say.
I see nothing to be gained by any explanation; There are no words that need to be said
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night,; And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,; I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,; For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
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.
I gotta go; Find out something only dead men know
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
All I really want to do,; Is, baby, be friends with you.
For all eternity I think I will remember; That icy wind that's howling in your eye.
If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
He said his name was Columbus; I just said, "Good luck."
Now the rainman gave me two cures,; Then he said, "Jump right in."; The one was Texas medicine,; The other was just railroad gin.
I thought somehow that I would be spared this fate
Do you ever wonder just what God requires?; You think He's just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.
Everybody's wearing a disguise; To hide what they've got left behind their eyes
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed; You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead
We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn
The way is long but the end is near, Already the fiesta has begun
I got troubles, I think maybe you got troubles,; I think maybe we'd better leave each other alone.
Reality has always had too many heads
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
Well, you're on your own, you always were,; In a land of wolves and thieves.
Could you ever be true?
Put my tears in a bottle
Screw the top on tight
I want to thank You, Lord,; I just want to thank You, Lord,; Thank You, Lord.
I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain; You give something up for everything you gain
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
If there's a poor boy on the street,; Then let him have my seat; 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.
Seen the arrow on the doorpost; Saying, "This land is condemned; All the way from New Orleans; To Jerusalem."
You say you love me; And you're thinkin' of me,; But you know you could be wrong.
And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
Talk about perfection, I ain't never seen none
I can't provide for you no easy answers,; Who are you that I should have to lie?
Somebody's got to find your trail,; I guess it must be up to me.
Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,; And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.
Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?; If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
I know God is my shield and he won't lead me astray
And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.
I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours
I've already ripped out the phones, honey.; You can't walk the streets in a war
if every bone in his body was broken he would never admit it
I've been walking through the middle of nowhere; Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting; That's hanging in the Louvre
At dawn my lover comes to me; And tells me of her dreams; With no attempts to shovel the glimpse; Into the ditch of what each one means
You know, news of you has come down the line; Even before ya came in the door.; They say in your father's house, there's many mansions; Each one of them got a fireproof floor.
