I am hanging in the balance, of the reality of man;
like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
Can't you make any sound?
We grew up together;
From the cradle to the grave;
We died and were reborn;
And then mysteriously saved.
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.
Gonna sleep down in the parlor;
And relive my dreams
And, when I was through;
I filled up my shoe;
And brought it to you.
Those are the hills of hell-fire my love;
Where you and I will unite
Every day of the year's like playin' Russian roulette
When the last rays of daylight go down;
Buddy, you'll roll no more;
I can hear the church bells ringing in the yard;
I wonder who they're ringing for
People ask about you;
I didn't tell them everything I knew
I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings, And I've never been too impressed.
When he died I was hopin' that it wasn't contagious
May you have a strong foundation;
When the winds of changes shift
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
If this is love then gimme more;
And more and more and more and more.
I was in a whirlwind, now I'm in some better place.
What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Whatever you wanted;
Slipped out of my mind
Don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you;
It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
I must admit I felt a little uneasy;
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
You'd better do somethin' quick;
She's your lover now.
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
May you build a ladder to the stars;
And climb on every rung.
I still can remember the way that you smiled
Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame;
I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.
Are you looking at me and thinking of somebody else?
I'm hungry and I'm irritable;
And I'm tired of this bag of tricks.;
At one time there was nothing wrong with me;
That you could not fix.
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.;
One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.
When destruction cometh swiftly;
And there's no time to say a fare-thee-well,;
Have you decided whether you want to be;
In heaven or in hell?
The world of illusion is at my door
Do you know where we're headin'?;
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
You're gonna have to serve somebody.
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,;
What good am I?
It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun;
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never know of one."
Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag;
Ain't no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag;
Only a fool in here would think he's got anything to prove
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe;
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said;
"You look like the silent type."
You have explained every mystery.;
What can I do for You?
May you always know the truth;
And see the lights surrounding you.
The sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet.
Guess it's too late to say the things to you;
That you needed to hear me say.
Lost time is not found again
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels;
Trying to peel the moon and expose it
It was then that I got up to leave;
But she said, "Don't forget,;
Everybody must give something back;
For something they get."
If I had wings and I could fly,;
I know where I would go.
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,;
He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull.
People tell me it's a sin;
To know and feel too much within.
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.
I'd never say;
That I done it the way;
That you'd have liked me to.