When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke,; How long must I suffer, Lord, how long must I be provoked?; Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed,; Lord keep my blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.
How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?
We sat in an empty theater and we kissed,; I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list.
Lost time is not found again
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances; My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
I don't want to fake you out
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby, I don't wanna be your boss.
Put your body next to mine; And keep me company,; There is plenty a room for all,; So please don't elbow me.
I couldn't see where we were goin'; But you said you knew an' I took your word
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."
I can't provide for you no easy answers,; Who are you that I should have to lie?
The night is pitch black, come an' make my; Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time.
I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized
I'm going out of my mind; With a pain that stops and starts
Won't you come with me, baby?; I'll take you where you wanna go.; And if it don't work out, You'll be the first to know
Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?; Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
Oh, some of us'll end up; In St. Cloud Prison,; And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
I looked at my watch; I looked at my wrist; I punched myself in the face with my fist
The pump don't work; 'Cause the vandals took the handles
Did I miss the mark or; Over-step the line; That only you could see?
Guess it's too late to say the things to you; That you needed to hear me say.
All my friends have told me; If I hang around with you; That I'll go blind
All the people we used to know; Are an illusion to me now
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man.
She said, "Be easy, baby,; There ain't nothin' worth stealin' in here."
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go; To the valley below
I'm T-boned and punctured; But I'm known to be calm
Nobody feels any pain
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?
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line,; Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
Tough Mama; Can I blow a little smoke on you?
The sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
All the tired horses in the sun; How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.
Any day now, any day now,; I shall be released.
Was that the thunder that I heard?; My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.
Let's try to get beneath the surface waste, girl,; No more booby traps and bombs,; No more decadence and charm,; No more affection that's misplaced, girl
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
as long as the world keeps a-turnin', I just keep a-turnin' too.
I need a dump truck mama to unload my head
That long black cloud is comin' down
What drives me to you is what drives me insane.
She says, "What'll it be?"; I say, "I don't know, you got any soft boiled eggs?"
Boys in the street beginning to play; Girls like birds flying away
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,; Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
I can change, I swear, oh, oh,; See what you can do.; I can make it through,; You can make it too.
At the corrida we'll sit in the shade; And watch the young torero stand alone.; We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed; When they rode with Villa into Torreon.
You don't need a weather man; To know which way the wind blows
Some things are too hot to touch; The human mind can only stand so much
May you have a strong foundation; When the winds of changes shift
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
Well, I don't have to be no doctor, babe,; To see that you're madly in love.
My head tells me it's time to make a change; But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.
Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past; I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast
