All the tired horses in the sun;
How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,;
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
My children will go, As soon as they grow.;
Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them.
Oh it's rush hour now;
On the wheel and the plow;
And the sun is going down;
Upon the sacred cow.
You're the one I adore, come over here and give me more
Junk is piling up, taking up space
When we meet again;
Introduced as friends;
Please don't let on that you knew me when;
I was hungry and it was your world.
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,;
Should I leave them by your gate,;
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
People are crazy and times are strange
People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah,;
Makes you stop and all wonder why.
I must be guilty of something,;
You just whisper it into my ear.
Sooner or later, one of us must know;
That I really did try to get close to you
Oh, ev'ry thought that's strung a knot in my mind,;
I might go insane if it couldn't be sprung.
Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it?
Thought I'd shaken the wonder and the phantoms of my youth
If you're a doctor, I need a shot of love.
I'll remember you;
At the end of the trail,;
I had so much left to do,;
I had so little time to fail.
Love is so simple, to quote a phrase,;
You've known it all the time, I'm learnin' it these days.
Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,;
Carefully removes his fez,;
"Am I hearin' you right?"
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take;
To find dignity
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,;
That we could sit simply in that room again.
It's all been designed, he said, "To make you lose your mind,;
And when you go back to find it, there's nothing there to find."
Well, there's voices in the night trying to be heard;
I'm sitting here listening to every mind polluting word
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.
Whatever you gonna do,;
Please do it fast.
If the bible is right, the world will explode
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.;
He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.
Everything passes,;
Everything changes,;
Just do what you think you should do.
The treasure can't be found by men who search
That's how it is when things disintegrate
Now, when I was just a bawlin' child,;
I saw what I wanted to be
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed;
You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
Some things in life, it gets too late to learn
Put my tears in a bottle
Screw the top on tight
Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.
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.
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea;
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
The sky is trembling, And I must leave.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.;
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
You speak to me;
In sign language;
As I'm eating a sandwich
All my friends have told me;
If I hang around with you;
That I'll go blind
Too many thoughts get in the way in the day
if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now
Everybody's doin' something,;
I heard it in a dream,;
But when there's too much of nothing,;
It just makes a fella mean.
We're idiots, babe.;
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
Seen the arrow on the doorpost;
Saying, "This land is condemned;
All the way from New Orleans;
To Jerusalem."
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,;
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.
Give ya delusions of grandeur;
And a evil eye;
Give you idea that;
You're too good to die
The door has closed forevermore
If indeed there ever was a door
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint.
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got;
Seen better times, but who has not?
people don’t live or die, people just float
time is running backwards