if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now
But the magician is quicker and his game; Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
You say you love me; And you're thinkin' of me,; But you know you could be wrong.
The country music station plays soft; but there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off
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?
Nobody feels any pain
This time tomorrow I'll know you better; When my memory is not so short.
May you build a ladder to the stars; And climb on every rung.
I stood alone upon the ridge and all I did was watch.
I can change, I swear, oh, oh,; See what you can do.; I can make it through,; You can make it too.
At the corrida we'll sit in the shade; And watch the young torero stand alone.; We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed; When they rode with Villa into Torreon.
But the enemy I see
Wears a cloak of decency
All the people we used to know; Are an illusion to me now
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
You know, the streets are filled with vipers; Who've lost all ray of hope,; You know, it ain't even safe no more; In the palace of the Pope.
In the day of confession; We cannot mock a soul.; Oh, when there's too much of nothing,; No one has control.
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
Gon' walk on down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun
Now the moon is almost hidden; The stars are beginning to hide; The fortunetelling lady; Has even taken all her things inside
You don't need a weather man; To know which way the wind blows
I must be guilty of something,; You just whisper it into my ear.
Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,; Carefully removes his fez,; "Am I hearin' you right?"
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
And you, you took me in,; You loved me then; You didn't waste time.
Now the rainman gave me two cures,; Then he said, "Jump right in."; The one was Texas medicine,; The other was just railroad gin.
In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection
I finally realize there's no room for regret
goodbye's too good a word, gal; so I'll just say fare thee well
I don't know why I love her but I just can't stop
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Shall I hold you close?; Or Shall I let you go by?; Tell me.; Tell me.
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?; Automobile comin' into style
I got new eyes ; Everything looks far away
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?
We pointed out the way to go; And scratched your name in sand,; Though you just thought it was nothing more; Than a place for you to stand.
Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
The pump don't work; 'Cause the vandals took the handles
And every one of them words rang true; And glowed like burnin' coal; Pourin' off of every page; Like it was written in my soul from me to you
I'm going out of my mind; With a pain that stops and starts
Something there is about you that brings back a long forgotten truth
She says, "What'll it be?"; I say, "I don't know, you got any soft boiled eggs?"
I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble
Everybody's doin' something,; I heard it in a dream,; But when there's too much of nothing,; It just makes a fella mean.
If you want to live easy
Baby pack your clothes with mine
Give ya delusions of grandeur; And a evil eye; Give you idea that; You're too good to die
We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties; Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore; You may not see me tomorrow.
How did I meet you? I don't know.
It's so impossible to even learn the tune.
Don't trust me to show you the truth; When the truth may only be ashes and dust.
Because something is happening here; But you don't know what it is; Do you, Mister Jones?
It's too hot to sleep time is running away
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,; All the pigeons gonna run to him.
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.
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more
