The vagabond who's rapping at your door; Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
When they came for Him in the garden, did they know?
Have I surrendered to the will of God; Or am I still acting like the boss?
I need a dump truck mama to unload my head
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
I'm walking through streets that are dead
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
I was in a whirlwind, now I'm in some better place.
One of these days and it won't be long; Going down in the valley and sing my song; I will sing it loud and sing it strong; Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong
Won't you dance with me?; I'm fallin' in love with you.
Thought I'd shaken the wonder and the phantoms of my youth
If your mem'ry serves you well,; You'll remember you're the one; That called on me to call on them; To get you your favors done.
Well I don't dare close my eyes and I don't dare wink; Maybe in the next life I'll be able to hear myself think
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
Nations are angry, cursed are some,; People are expecting a false peace to come.
If I ever lose her I will go insane; I go half crazy when she calls my name
I got new eyes ; Everything looks far away
Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,; Carefully removes his fez,; "Am I hearin' you right?"
They tell me everything is gonna be all right; But I don't know what "all right" even means
Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time.
Have you got some unfinished business?; Is there something holding you back?; Are you thinking for yourself; Or are you following the pack?
As the last fire truck from hell; Goes rolling by, all good people are praying
Most of the time; I can't even be sure; If she was ever with me; Or if I was with her.
I look into the eyes of my merciful friend
And then I ask myself, is this the end?
Memories linger, sad yet sweet
And I think of the souls in heaven who will meet
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.
May you have a strong foundation; When the winds of changes shift
Put my tears in a bottle
Screw the top on tight
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels; Trying to peel the moon and expose it
Some things last longer than you think they will; There are some kind of things you can never kill
I wasn't born to lose you.
Can't you make any sound?
And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.
I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt.
Well my house is on fire, burning to the sky
The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,; But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.
My so-called friends have fallen under a spell.; They look me squarely in the eye and they say, "All is well."; Can they imagine the darkness that will fall from on high; When men will beg God to kill them and they won't be able to die?
How did I meet you? I don't know.
Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,; And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart