I'll see you later when I'm not so out of my head,; Maybe next time I'll let the dead bury the dead.
That long black cloud is comin' down
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats; Too noble to neglect; Deceived me into thinking; I had something to protect
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
If there's a poor boy on the street,; Then let him have my seat; 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.
Love is so simple, to quote a phrase,; You've known it all the time, I'm learnin' it these days.
Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
Oh, ev'ry thought that's strung a knot in my mind,; I might go insane if it couldn't be sprung.
Time passes slowly when you're searchin' for love.
The party's over, and there's less and less to say
If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
I'm going back to New York City; I do believe I've had enough
Don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you; It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
What good am I if I know and don't do,; I If I see and don't say, if I look right through you
What drives me to you is what drives me insane.
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
Well the desert is hot, the mountain is cursed,; Pray that I don't die of thirst,; Baby, two feet from the well.
In the hills of mystery,; In the foggy web of destiny,; You can have what's left of me,; Where we were born in time.
Ever since you walked right in, the circle's been complete
People tell me it's a sin; To know and feel too much within.
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand; In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
The country music station plays soft; but there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed; Dignity never been photographed
Well, I asked for something to eat; I'm hungry as a hog; So I get brown rice, seaweed; And a dirty hot dog
Where black is the color, where none is the number
I see nothing to be gained by any explanation; There are no words that need to be said
We never thought we could ever get old.; We thought we could sit forever in fun
If I ever lose her I will go insane; I go half crazy when she calls my name
I thought somehow that I would be spared this fate
She got a weird sense of humor that's all her own
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind; You could have done better but I don't mind; You just kinda wasted my precious time
For all eternity I think I will remember; That icy wind that's howling in your eye.
I know God is my shield and he won't lead me astray
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher,; Wiggle 'til you vomit fire
Don't follow leaders; Watch the parkin' meters
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung.
Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.
I've gained some recognition but I lost my appetite.
Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more
Just do your thing, you'll be king; If dogs run free.
Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?; If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
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.
Somethin' there is about you that I can't quite put my finger on.
There's always some new stranger sneakin' glances,; Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances
I'm going out of my mind; With a pain that stops and starts
Every brain is civilized,; Every nerve is analyzed,; Everything is criticized when you are in need.
I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,; Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk; Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.; Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?; You looked a little burned out, my friend,; I thought it might be up to me.
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.
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells; I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
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 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
