Because something is happening here; But you don't know what it is; Do you, Mister Jones?
Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease; Until He returns?
Oh it's rush hour now; On the wheel and the plow; And the sun is going down; Upon the sacred cow.
Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues; You can tell by the way she smiles
They used to grow food in Kansas; Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw.; I can see the day coming when even your home garden; Is gonna be against the law.
Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice's beautiful face; And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
Your magnetic movements; Still capture the minutes I'm in.
It's many a guard; That stands around smilin',; Holdin' his club; Like he was a king.
Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously; But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.
Everybody must get stoned.
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
I wish that for just one time; You could stand inside my shoes; You'd know what a drag it is; To see you
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,; Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
I'm in the streets; With the tombstone blues
In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,; Should I leave them by your gate,; Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame; I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.
Our conversation was short and sweet; It nearly swept me off-a my feet.
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim,; That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
Those are the hill of heaven, my love; You and I'll never know
to live outside the law, you must be honest
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,; What good am I?
You don't want a love that's pure; You wanna drown love; You want a watered-down love
Heart of mine be still,; You can play with fire, But you'll get the bill
I like the cool way you look at me,; Everything about you is bringing me; Misery.
Oh, some of us'll end up; In St. Cloud Prison,; And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
I finally realize there's no room for regret
The night is pitch black, come an' make my; Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
it is not he or she or them or it; That you belong to.
The world of illusion is at my door
All he believes are his eyes, And his eyes, they just tell him lies
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?; Automobile comin' into style
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand; In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
You're the one I've been looking for,; You're the one that's got the key.; But I can't figure out whether I'm too good for you; Or you're too good for me.
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,; And the dust of rumors covers me.
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.
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.
Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees?
All the people we used to know; Are an illusion to me now
Thought I'd shaken the wonder and the phantoms of my youth
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud; Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road
Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn
Well, there's voices in the night trying to be heard; I'm sitting here listening to every mind polluting word
I got a poison headache,; But I feel all right
I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the way.
Let me ask you one question; Is your money that good
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night,; And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,; I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,; For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
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.
When you think that you lost everything; You find out you can always lose a little more
Sooner or later, one of us must know; That I really did try to get close to you
