Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
Oh it's rush hour now; On the wheel and the plow; And the sun is going down; Upon the sacred cow.
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.
Your magnetic movements; Still capture the minutes I'm in.
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
I don't need no alibi when I'm spending time with you.; I've heard all of them rumors and you have heard 'em too.
When you think that you lost everything; You find out you can always lose a little more
When destruction cometh swiftly; And there's no time to say a fare-thee-well,; Have you decided whether you want to be; In heaven or in hell?
Somebody's got to find your trail,; I guess it must be up to me.
Silver and gold; Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Now, I can't go back to what was, baby,; I can't unring the bell.
It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung.
It's all been designed, he said, "To make you lose your mind,; And when you go back to find it, there's nothing there to find."
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.
How can I explain?; Oh, it's so hard to get on
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
Everything passes,; Everything changes,; Just do what you think you should do.
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
I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt.
Your temperature's too hot for taming
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain; That could hold you dear lady from going insane
When there is no more,; You cut to the core; Quicker than anyone I knew.
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?
You could ride like Annie Oakley,; You could shoot like Belle Starr.
Any day now, any day now,; I shall be released.
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
Never could learn to drink that blood; And call it wine
Well, I try my best; To be just like I am,; But everybody wants you; To be just like them.
I'm goin' down to Tennessee,; Get me a truck 'r somethin'.; Gonna save my money and rip it up!
Well the desert is hot, the mountain is cursed,; Pray that I don't die of thirst,; Baby, two feet from the well.
You can make me cry; Never say goodbye
Does she know I still care?
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.
They said it was the land of milk and honey,; now they say it's the land of money.; Who ever thought they could ever make that stick.
We grew up together; From the cradle to the grave; We died and were reborn; And then mysteriously saved.
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
He said, Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?; I said, I got no money. He said, That ain't necessary.
You're gonna have to serve somebody.
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
The angels play on their horns all day,; The whole earth in progression seems to pass by.; But does anyone hear the music they play,; Does anyone even try?
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave
Don't trust me to show you beauty; When beauty may only turn to rust.
This time tomorrow I'll know you better; When my memory is not so short.
Gon' walk on down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And every time you get this close; It makes me want to scream
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
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.
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me
All I really want to do,; Is, baby, be friends with you.
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
