Somebody's got to find your trail,; I guess it must be up to me.
It ain't my cup of meat.
Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
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.
I see, I see lovers in the meadow; I see, I see silhouettes in the window; I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on ; To a shadow
Rock me, pretty baby, rock me 'til everything gets real; Rock me for a little while, rock me 'til there's nothing left to feel; And I'll rock you too
He said his name was Columbus; I just said, "Good luck."
Most of the time; I can't even be sure; If she was ever with me; Or if I was with her.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
Insanity is smashing up against my soul; You can say I was on anything but a roll; If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top; What would I do with it anyway ; Maybe take it to the pawn shop
But even the president of the United States, Sometimes must have, To stand naked.
The party's over, and there's less and less to say
Leaving men wholly, totally free; To do anything they wish to do but die
We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex,; It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.
And I, I don't mind the pain; Don't mind the driving rain; I know I will sustain; 'Cause I believe in you.
I'm in a cowboy band
May you build a ladder to the stars; And climb on every rung.
Could you ever be true?
They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in; Sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks
You can make me cry; Never say goodbye
he not busy being born, Is busy dying
Well, I try my best; To be just like I am,; But everybody wants you; To be just like them.
It's too bright a light, he said, "For anybody's eyes,; If you've never seen one it's a blessing in disguise."
It was then that I got up to leave; But she said, "Don't forget,; Everybody must give something back; For something they get."
Democracy don't rule the world,; You'd better get that in your head.; This world is ruled by violence; But I guess that's better left unsaid.
Am I no longer a part of your plans or your dreams?
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
Have I surrendered to the will of God; Or am I still acting like the boss?
I got new eyes ; Everything looks far away
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.
There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,; All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.
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.
Let me ask you one question; Is your money that good
I must be guilty of something,; You just whisper it into my ear.
People on the platforms; Waiting for the trains; I can hear their hearts a-beatin'; Like pendulums swinging on chains
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Junk is piling up, taking up space
The door has closed forevermore
If indeed there ever was a door
The sun's not yellow it's chicken
I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings, And I've never been too impressed.
So long, New York.; Howdy, East Orange.
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats; Too noble to neglect; Deceived me into thinking; I had something to protect
And, when I was through; I filled up my shoe; And brought it to you.
She knows where I'd like to be; But it doesn't matter.
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
Trees that've stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall.
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.
Those are the hills of hell-fire my love; Where you and I will unite
I'm goin' down to Tennessee,; Get me a truck 'r somethin'.; Gonna save my money and rip it up!
Our conversation was short and sweet; It nearly swept me off-a my feet.
As the last fire truck from hell; Goes rolling by, all good people are praying
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.
My children will go, As soon as they grow.; Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them.
Well my house is on fire, burning to the sky
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,; Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,; With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,; Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
