Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain; That could hold you dear lady from going insane
I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt.
I'd never say; That I done it the way; That you'd have liked me to.
The country music station plays soft; but there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off
Every brain is civilized,; Every nerve is analyzed,; Everything is criticized when you are in need.
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.
Time passes slowly when you're searchin' for love.
I've already ripped out the phones, honey.; You can't walk the streets in a war
You cast your spell and I went under,; I find it so difficult to leave.
Give ya delusions of grandeur; And a evil eye; Give you idea that; You're too good to die
I see nothing to be gained by any explanation; There are no words that need to be said
Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here.; Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on.
Soon as a man is born, you know the sparks begin to fly, He gets wise in his own eyes and he's made to believe a lie.
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting; That's hanging in the Louvre
Well, You've done it all and there's no more anyone can pretend to do.; What can I do for You?
I need a dump truck mama to unload my head
I can smile in the face of mankind.; Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine; Most of the time.
I can't provide for you no easy answers,; Who are you that I should have to lie?
And you, you took me in,; You loved me then; You didn't waste time.
The walls of pride are high and wide; Can't see over to the other side; It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay; It's sadder still, to feel your heart torn away
There's only one step down from here, baby,; It's called the land of permanent bliss.
My head tells me it's time to make a change; But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
Silver and gold; Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
The vagabond who's rapping at your door; Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,; Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,; With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,; Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
What looks large from a distance,; Close up ain't never that big.
Too many thoughts get in the way in the day
We always did feel the same,; We just saw it from a different point of view
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,; That we could sit simply in that room again.
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Wealth is a filthy rag; So erotic so unpatriotic; So wrapped up in the American flag
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.
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby, I don't wanna be your boss.
We're both just one too many mornings; An' a thousand miles behind.
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
Your loyalty is not to me; But to the stars above
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells; I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah,; Makes you stop and all wonder why.
On the rising curve,; Where the ways of nature will test every nerve,; You won't get anything you don't deserve,; Where we were born in time.
You will search, babe, At any cost.; But how long, babe, Can you search for what's not lost?
to live outside the law, you must be honest
Gon' walk on down until I'm right beside the sun; I'm gonna have to put up a barrier to keep myself away from everyone.
she's true, like ice, like fire
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take; To find dignity
People are crazy and times are strange
Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore; You may not see me tomorrow.
Junk is piling up, taking up space
Oh, some of us'll end up; In St. Cloud Prison,; And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
the cops don't need you; and man they expect the same
