I've been hit too hard, I've seen too much;
Nothing can heal me now, but your touch
I finally realize there's no room for regret
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,;
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory,;
And all your ragin' glory.
Too many thoughts get in the way in the day
What kind of sign they need when it all come from within
I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go
The sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet.
If I had wings and I could fly,;
I know where I would go.
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
Do you know where we're headin'?;
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Every day of the year's like playin' Russian roulette
As the last fire truck from hell;
Goes rolling by, all good people are praying
Temptation's not an easy thing
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too";
He said, "You're not Him"
I need a dump truck mama to unload my head
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,;
All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
That's how it is when things disintegrate
Oh ev'ry foe that ever I faced
The cause was there before we came.
Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees?
Well, You've done it all and there's no more anyone can pretend to do.;
What can I do for You?
You can make me cry;
Never say goodbye
When they came for Him in the garden, did they know?
I gotta go;
Find out something only dead men know
Thought I'd shaken the wonder and the phantoms of my youth
I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead
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
Because something is happening here;
But you don't know what it is;
Do you, Mister Jones?
Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work,;
Nobody stops to ask why.
Guess it's too late to say the things to you;
That you needed to hear me say.
I'm T-boned and punctured;
But I'm known to be calm
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
I'll remember you;
At the end of the trail,;
I had so much left to do,;
I had so little time to fail.
Run your fingers down my spine;
Bring me a touch of bliss
What drives me to you is what drives me insane.
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
I couldn't see what you could show me;
Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
Satan whispers to ya, "Well, I don't want to bore ya,;
But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya."
I've gained some recognition but I lost my appetite.
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
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.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door;
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
She's got everything she needs,;
She's an artist, she don't look back
It's the last temptation;
The last account;
The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount,;
The last radio is playing.
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
Does she know I still care?
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
If there's a poor boy on the street,;
Then let him have my seat;
'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,;
And the dust of rumors covers me.
So long, New York.;
Howdy, East Orange.
Trees that've stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall.
I wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere.
I can change, I swear, oh, oh,;
See what you can do.;
I can make it through,;
You can make it too.