The door has closed forevermore
If indeed there ever was a door
The vagabond who's rapping at your door; Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
You don't want a love that's pure; You wanna drown love; You want a watered-down love
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,; Lay down the song you strum,; And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings; No voice can hope to hum.
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go; To the valley below
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'm goin' down to Tennessee,; Get me a truck 'r somethin'.; Gonna save my money and rip it up!
Now, I can't go back to what was, baby,; I can't unring the bell.
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
You'd better do somethin' quick; She's your lover now.
You lose yourself, you reappear
you remind me of something that used to be; somethin' that crossed over from another century
Someone else is speakin' with my mouth, but I'm listening only to my heart.
Don't trust me to show you the truth; When the truth may only be ashes and dust.
Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?; Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
I stood alone upon the ridge and all I did was watch.
I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me
I am hanging in the balance, of the reality of man; like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,; Carefully removes his fez,; "Am I hearin' you right?"
Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.
to live outside the law, you must be honest
My children will go, As soon as they grow.; Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them.
It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung.
People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah,; Makes you stop and all wonder why.
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.; He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.
Don't trust me to show you beauty; When beauty may only turn to rust.
Love is so simple, to quote a phrase,; You've known it all the time, I'm learnin' it these days.
You're the one I adore, come over here and give me more
Wealth is a filthy rag; So erotic so unpatriotic; So wrapped up in the American flag
You cast your spell and I went under,; I find it so difficult to leave.
Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.; One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.
Ain't no reason to go anywhere.
What good am I if I say foolish things; And I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings; And I just turn my back while you silently die,; What good am I?
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup
This time tomorrow I'll know you better; When my memory is not so short.
It was then that I got up to leave; But she said, "Don't forget,; Everybody must give something back; For something they get."
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.
And, when I was through; I filled up my shoe; And brought it to you.
Some things in life, it gets too late to learn
The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war
She knows there's no success like failure; And that failure's no success at all.
I still can remember the way that you smiled
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts
I believe in the impossible, you know that I do
there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
There's some people that; You don't forget,; Even though you've only seen'm; One time or two.
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.
I need a dump truck mama to unload my head
I see, I see lovers in the meadow; I see, I see silhouettes in the window; I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on ; To a shadow
When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?; I've tried my best to love you, but I cannot play this game; Your best friend and my worst enemy is one and the same
People on the platforms; Waiting for the trains; I can hear their hearts a-beatin'; Like pendulums swinging on chains
This is the key to the kingdom and this is the town; This is the blind horse that leads you around
Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk; Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.; Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?; You looked a little burned out, my friend,; I thought it might be up to me.
She got a weird sense of humor that's all her own
the cops don't need you; and man they expect the same
