You were trying to break into another world; A world I never knew.; I always kind of wondered; If you ever made it through.
Where black is the color, where none is the number
Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees?
Everybody's wearing a disguise; To hide what they've got left behind their eyes
Darkness at the break of noon
People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah,; Makes you stop and all wonder why.
I'm going back to New York City; I do believe I've had enough
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
I'll remember you; When the wind blows through the piney wood.
When you know as well as me; You'd rather see me paralyzed
Here is your throat back; Thanks for the loan
People tell me it's a sin; To know and feel too much within.
Lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above
I was all right 'til I fell in love with you
don't criticize; what you can't understand.
You're gonna have to serve somebody.
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.
Yes, I see you on your window ledge; But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge
I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,; See like me or be like me.
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup
I'll remember you; At the end of the trail,; I had so much left to do,; I had so little time to fail.
When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?; I've tried my best to love you, but I cannot play this game; Your best friend and my worst enemy is one and the same
Now the rainman gave me two cures,; Then he said, "Jump right in."; The one was Texas medicine,; The other was just railroad gin.
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
If you're looking for assistance, babe,; Or if you just want some company; Or if you just want a friend you can talk to,; Honey, come and see about me.
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 don't know why I love her but I just can't stop
Those are the hill of heaven, my love; You and I'll never know
I need a dump truck mama to unload my head
Shall I hold you close?; Or Shall I let you go by?; Tell me.; Tell me.
Well, You've done it all and there's no more anyone can pretend to do.; What can I do for You?
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.
They don't want me around; 'Cause I believe in you.
Cities on fire, phones out of order
Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously; But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,; Should I leave them by your gate,; Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
We always did feel the same,; We just saw it from a different point of view
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
All I really want to do,; Is, baby, be friends with you.
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
You're the one I've been looking for,; You're the one that's got the key.; But I can't figure out whether I'm too good for you; Or you're too good for me.
Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues; You can tell by the way she smiles
Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,; Carefully removes his fez,; "Am I hearin' you right?"
Silver and gold; Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
They said it was the land of milk and honey,; now they say it's the land of money.; Who ever thought they could ever make that stick.
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
Boys in the street beginning to play; Girls like birds flying away
You were snow, you were rain; You were striped, you were plain,;
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim,; That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.
And you, you took me in,; You loved me then; You didn't waste time.
If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing.
You're so damn nonchalant; But it's your mind that I want.
Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow
