There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them
Last night I danced with a stranger; But she just reminded me you were the one
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
Nations are angry, cursed are some,; People are expecting a false peace to come.
Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,; Carefully removes his fez,; "Am I hearin' you right?"
And, when I was through; I filled up my shoe; And brought it to you.
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain; Pay for your ticket and don't complain
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 hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man.
Reality has always had too many heads
Oh, some of us'll end up; In St. Cloud Prison,; And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
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.
Searching for my double, looking for; Complete evaporation to the core
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup
Time passes slowly when you're searchin' for love.
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
I got nothing left to burn
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells; I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
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.
We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex,; It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,; What good am I?
If there's a poor boy on the street,; Then let him have my seat; 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.
I don't want to fake you out
I was all right 'til I fell in love with you
In the hills of mystery,; In the foggy web of destiny,; You can have what's left of me,; Where we were born in time.
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
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
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
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.
Some things are too hot to touch; The human mind can only stand so much
The world of illusion is at my door
You'd better do somethin' quick; She's your lover now.
Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress
Our conversation was short and sweet; It nearly swept me off-a my feet.
You can't get to glory by the raising and the lowering of no flag.; Put your goodness next to God's and it comes out like a filthy rag.
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,; Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.
He bought me with a price,; Freed me from the pit,; Full of emptiness and wrath; And the fire that burns in it.
You don't need a weather man; To know which way the wind blows
What looks large from a distance,; Close up ain't never that big.
Put your ear to the train tracks, put your ear to the ground,; You ever feel like you're never alone even when there's nobody else around?; Since the beginning of the universe man's been cursed by trouble.
It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung.
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
I can smile in the face of mankind.; Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine; Most of the time.
With haunted hearts through the heat and cold
We never thought we could ever get old
I'll give you more gold; Than your apron can hold; If you'll only let your hair hang low
I see people in the park forgetting their troubles and woes; They're drinking and dancing, wearing bright colored clothes; All the young men with their young women looking so good; Well, I'd trade places with any of them ; In a minute, if I could
You could ride like Annie Oakley,; You could shoot like Belle Starr.
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
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.
It's the ways of the flesh to war against the spirit; Twenty-four hours a day you can feel it and you can hear it; Using all the devices under the sun.
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed; You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
Your cracked country lips,; I still wish to kiss,; As to be under the strength of your skin.
Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,; And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.
Now, when I was just a bawlin' child,; I saw what I wanted to be
There's always some new stranger sneakin' glances,; Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances
Trees that've stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall.
One of these days and it won't be long; Going down in the valley and sing my song; I will sing it loud and sing it strong; Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
