I'm going back to New York City; I do believe I've had enough
The door has closed forevermore
If indeed there ever was a door
Where black is the color, where none is the number
I've been hit too hard, I've seen too much; Nothing can heal me now, but your touch
Oh it's rush hour now; On the wheel and the plow; And the sun is going down; Upon the sacred cow.
So long, New York.; Howdy, East Orange.
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.
I wasn't born to lose you.
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
You don't want a love that's pure; You wanna drown love; You want a watered-down love
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing.
What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?
Do you know where we're headin'?; Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
All right, I'll take a chance, I will fall in love with you
You were snow, you were rain; You were striped, you were plain,;
I'm walking through streets that are dead
She's a hypnotist collector
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,; Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,; With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,; Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past; I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
I been hangin’ on threads
I been playin’ it straight
Now, I’ve just got to cut loose
Before it gets late
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
Turn your back, wash your hands,; There's always someone who understands
I'm in a cowboy band
I seen the kingdoms of the world and it's makin' me feel afraid.
I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead
Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through
My children will go, As soon as they grow.; Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them.
I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours
You can pound on the President's gate; But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late.
Some things in life, it gets too late to learn
Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease; Until He returns?
I just can't fit; Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
The party's over, and there's less and less to say
Somebody's got to find your trail,; I guess it must be up to me.
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?
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.
How long can I stay in this nowhere café
Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here.; Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on.
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go; To the valley below
I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,; See like me or be like me.
If the bible is right, the world will explode
The sky is trembling, And I must leave.
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.
They say ev'rything can be replaced
Do you ever wonder just what God requires?; You think He's just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.
Put your body next to mine; And keep me company,; There is plenty a room for all,; So please don't elbow me.
Now, when I was just a bawlin' child,; I saw what I wanted to be
All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.
The night passed away so quickly; It always does when you're with me.
Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more
Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
Well, there's voices in the night trying to be heard; I'm sitting here listening to every mind polluting word
You're the one I've been looking for,; You're the one that's got the key.; But I can't figure out whether I'm too good for you; Or you're too good for me.
How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?
Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn
God is in heaven; And we all want what's his; But power and greed and corruptible seed; Seem to be all that there is
Well my nerves are exploding and my body's tense; I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence
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."
