I'm already there in my mind; And that's good enough for now
How does it feel
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line,; Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
Maybe they'll get me and maybe they won't; But not tonight and it won't be here; There are things I could say but I don't; I know the mercy of God must be near
Just do your thing, you'll be king; If dogs run free.
I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain; You give something up for everything you gain
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,; Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
She knows where I'd like to be; But it doesn't matter.
I'll remember you; At the end of the trail,; I had so much left to do,; I had so little time to fail.
If you're lookin' to get silly; You better go back to from where you came
There was music in the cafes at night; And revolution in the air.
What good am I if I know and don't do,; I If I see and don't say, if I look right through you
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,; What good am I?
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
Well my nerves are exploding and my body's tense; I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence
she's true, like ice, like fire
For the loser now; Will be later to win
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
Are you looking at me and thinking of somebody else?
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet
Well, they're not showing any lights tonight; And there's no moon.
Do you know where we're headin'?; Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
How did I meet you? I don't know.
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats; Too noble to neglect; Deceived me into thinking; I had something to protect
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint.
It's too hot to sleep time is running away
What kind of sign they need when it all come from within
I was all right 'til I fell in love with you
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
Oh, baby, that god you been prayin' to; Is gonna give ya back what you're wishin' on someone else
She said, "Be easy, baby,; There ain't nothin' worth stealin' in here."
I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,; See like me or be like me.
Insanity is smashing up against my soul; You can say I was on anything but a roll; If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top; What would I do with it anyway ; Maybe take it to the pawn shop
You were snow, you were rain; You were striped, you were plain,;
No time to suffer or blink; And no time to think
to live outside the law, you must be honest
May you build a ladder to the stars; And climb on every rung.
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
We grew up together; From the cradle to the grave; We died and were reborn; And then mysteriously saved.
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,; Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.
And, when I was through; I filled up my shoe; And brought it to you.
In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection
I wish that for just one time; You could stand inside my shoes; You'd know what a drag it is; To see you
I know God is my shield and he won't lead me astray
Look into infinity, all you see is trouble.
All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.
I've been walking through the middle of nowhere; Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave
I'm going back to New York City; I do believe I've had enough
I could say that I'd be faithful, I could say it in one sweet, easy breath; But to you that would be cruelty and to me it surely would be death.
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
The sun's not yellow it's chicken
If you want to live easy
Baby pack your clothes with mine
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,; And the dust of rumors covers me.
Some things in life, it gets too late to learn
In the day of confession; We cannot mock a soul.; Oh, when there's too much of nothing,; No one has control.
