They don't want me around; 'Cause I believe in you.
Nobody feels any pain
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
Well my nerves are exploding and my body's tense; I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
What's lost is lost, we can't regain what went down in the flood
Put your body next to mine; And keep me company,; There is plenty a room for all,; So please don't elbow me.
Time passes slowly when you're searchin' for love.
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
We're both just one too many mornings; An' a thousand miles behind.
I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized
Do you know where we're headin'?; Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
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.
Somebody's got to find your trail,; I guess it must be up to me.
Don't trust me to show you love; When my love may be only lust.
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
You're the one I adore, come over here and give me more
Those are the hill of heaven, my love; You and I'll never know
Now the rainman gave me two cures,; Then he said, "Jump right in."; The one was Texas medicine,; The other was just railroad gin.
Well, there's voices in the night trying to be heard; I'm sitting here listening to every mind polluting word
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,; It's done with a flick of the wrist.
Go 'way from my window,; Leave at your own chosen speed.
She said, "Be easy, baby,; There ain't nothin' worth stealin' in here."
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,; Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,; Lay down the song you strum,; And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings; No voice can hope to hum.
And you never ask questions; When God's on your side.
Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.
to live outside the law, you must be honest
She says, "What'll it be?"; I say, "I don't know, you got any soft boiled eggs?"
So long, New York.; Howdy, East Orange.
All right, I'll take a chance, I will fall in love with you
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too; Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through
'Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind.
My heart's in the Highlands at the break of dawn; By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan; Big white clouds, like chariots that swing down low; Well my heart's in the Highlands; Only place left to go
They say ev'rything can be replaced
Are you looking at me and thinking of somebody else?
Lost time is not found again
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?
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells; I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man.
In the hills of mystery,; In the foggy web of destiny,; You can have what's left of me,; Where we were born in time.
Where black is the color, where none is the number
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave
But I will be back, I will survive,; You'll never get rid of me as long as you're alive.
Your temperature's too hot for taming
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?
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
How can I explain?; Oh, it's so hard to get on
Am I no longer a part of your plans or your dreams?
How does it feel
While my conscience explodes; The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
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.
