Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously; But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.
In the day of confession; We cannot mock a soul.; Oh, when there's too much of nothing,; No one has control.
You were trying to break into another world; A world I never knew.; I always kind of wondered; If you ever made it through.
Let me ask you one question; Is your money that good
Silver and gold; Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
And then you told me later, as I apologized; That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm
Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.
I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain; You give something up for everything you gain
don't criticize; what you can't understand.
He said his name was Columbus; I just said, "Good luck."
Cities on fire, phones out of order
A saxophone someplace far off played
Do you know where we're headin'?; Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
What looks large from a distance,; Close up ain't never that big.
I'm walking through streets that are dead
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
Praise be to Nero's Neptune; The Titanic sails at dawn; And everybody's shouting; Which Side Are You On?
he not busy being born, Is busy dying
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Where black is the color, where none is the number
Does she know I still care?
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
Well, I don't have to be no doctor, babe,; To see that you're madly in love.
Something there is about you that brings back a long forgotten truth
May you always know the truth; And see the lights surrounding you.
Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels; Trying to peel the moon and expose it
Your cracked country lips,; I still wish to kiss,; As to be under the strength of your skin.
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
Are you looking at me and thinking of somebody else?
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says; "Strike up the band," they hit it
there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
I want to thank You, Lord,; I just want to thank You, Lord,; Thank You, Lord.
I've already ripped out the phones, honey.; You can't walk the streets in a war
The angels play on their horns all day,; The whole earth in progression seems to pass by.; But does anyone hear the music they play,; Does anyone even try?
Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn
Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow
You don't need a weather man; To know which way the wind blows
she's true, like ice, like fire
As his youth now unfolds; He is centuries old; Just to see him at play makes me smile; No matter what happens to me; No matter what my destiny; Lord, protect my child
as long as the world keeps a-turnin', I just keep a-turnin' too.
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
When we meet again; Introduced as friends; Please don't let on that you knew me when; I was hungry and it was your world.
Some things in life, it gets too late to learn
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher,; Wiggle 'til you vomit fire
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud; Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
And now the heart is filled with gold; As if it was a purse.; But, oh, what kind of love is this; Which goes from bad to worse?
And the words that are used; For to get the ship confused; Will not be understood as they're spoken.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
Precious angel, you believe me when I say; What God has given to us no man can take away.
And, when I was through; I filled up my shoe; And brought it to you.
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,; Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
The walls of pride are high and wide; Can't see over to the other side; It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay; It's sadder still, to feel your heart torn away
