The country music station plays soft; but there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off
Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues; You can tell by the way she smiles
there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings, And I've never been too impressed.
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.
The party's over, and there's less and less to say
In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
Well my nerves are exploding and my body's tense; I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence
I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me
I can't provide for you no easy answers,; Who are you that I should have to lie?
The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war
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.
Put my tears in a bottle
Screw the top on tight
Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,; He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull.
your pleasure knows no limits
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.
Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame; I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.
Temptation's not an easy thing
Boys in the street beginning to play; Girls like birds flying away
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
What's lost is lost, we can't regain what went down in the flood
When you think that you lost everything; You find out you can always lose a little more
The door has closed forevermore
If indeed there ever was a door
We're both just one too many mornings; An' a thousand miles behind.
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances; My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
Your mind is your temple, keep it beautiful and free,; Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see.
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too; Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,; That we could sit simply in that room again.
Oh, some of us'll end up; In St. Cloud Prison,; And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.; Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties; Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While my conscience explodes; The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,; Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,; Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
Tell ev'rybody; Down in ol' 'Frisco; That Tiny Montgomery's comin'; Down to say Hello
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime; Or is it just solid rock?
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
Somebody's got to find your trail,; I guess it must be up to me.
time is running backwards
We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn
When you know as well as me; You'd rather see me paralyzed
You're the other half of what I am, you're the missing piece
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,; Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun; "I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never know of one."
They don't want me around; 'Cause I believe in you.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint.
People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah,; Makes you stop and all wonder why.
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,; And the dust of rumors covers me.
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
If this is love then gimme more; And more and more and more and more.
Never could learn to drink that blood; And call it wine
Give ya delusions of grandeur; And a evil eye; Give you idea that; You're too good to die
