I'm going back to New York City; I do believe I've had enough
Now, I can't go back to what was, baby,; I can't unring the bell.
Saw you drift into infinity and come back again
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
Oh, baby, that god you been prayin' to; Is gonna give ya back what you're wishin' on someone else
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.; Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
Ain't no reason to go anywhere.
I couldn't see where we were goin'; But you said you knew an' I took your word
Somethin' there is about you that I can't quite put my finger on.
You think you can hide but you're never alone,; Ask Lot what he thought when his wife turned to stone.
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,; That we could sit simply in that room again.
Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,; He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull.
Trees that've stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall.
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed; Dignity never been photographed
What drives me to you is what drives me insane.
Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
I can't provide for you no easy answers,; Who are you that I should have to lie?
My head tells me it's time to make a change; But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.
I don't need any reminder; To know how much I really care
Oh, some of us'll end up; In St. Cloud Prison,; And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past; I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast
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
God is in heaven; And we all want what's his; But power and greed and corruptible seed; Seem to be all that there is
I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound; Someone's always yelling turn it down
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 don't know why I love her but I just can't stop
People disagreeing everywhere you look,; Makes you wanna stop and read a book.
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got; Seen better times, but who has not?
How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says; "Strike up the band," they hit it
I'm already there in my mind; And that's good enough for now
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime; Or is it just solid rock?
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.
Mama, take this badge off of me
Don't follow leaders; Watch the parkin' meters
You know, news of you has come down the line; Even before ya came in the door.; They say in your father's house, there's many mansions; Each one of them got a fireproof floor.
Here is your throat back; Thanks for the loan
I was in your presence for an hour or so; Or was it a day? I truly don't know.
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."
Some things in life, it gets too late to learn
What looks large from a distance,; Close up ain't never that big.
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
Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,; And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.
Could you ever be true?
your pleasure knows no limits
You could make me cry if you don't know.
Louise, she's all right, she's just near; She's delicate and seems like the mirror; But she just makes it all too concise and too clear; That Johanna's not here
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea; Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
I got troubles, I think maybe you got troubles,; I think maybe we'd better leave each other alone.
I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized
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."
