Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress
If I ever lose her I will go insane;
I go half crazy when she calls my name
to live outside the law, you must be honest
For I know that you know that I know that you know;
Something is tearing up your mind.
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road
Now, a very great man once said;
That some people rob you with a fountain pen.;
It didn't take too long to find out;
Just what he was talkin' about.
Look into infinity, all you see is trouble.
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea;
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around;
Some on their way up, some on their way down
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.
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.
It's the last temptation;
The last account;
The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount,;
The last radio is playing.
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
I couldn't see what you could show me;
Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
My love she speaks like silence
Can't you make any sound?
They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
I must be guilty of something,;
You just whisper it into my ear.
Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in;
Sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks
Oh the fishes will laugh;
As they swim out of the path;
And the seagulls they'll be smiling.
Your magnetic movements;
Still capture the minutes I'm in.
But the enemy I see
Wears a cloak of decency
Now, when I was just a bawlin' child,;
I saw what I wanted to be
I got a poison headache,;
But I feel all right
In the day of confession;
We cannot mock a soul.;
Oh, when there's too much of nothing,;
No one has control.
Time is a jet plane, it moves too fast;
Oh, but what a shame if all we've shared can't last.
Lovin' you is the one thing I'll never regret.
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
If I had wings and I could fly,;
I know where I would go.
Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,;
And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,;
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
You can make me cry;
Never say goodbye
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
Time is all I have to give
Betrayed by a kiss on a cool night of bliss;
In the valley of the missing link
I couldn't see where we were goin';
But you said you knew an' I took your word
The door has closed forevermore
If indeed there ever was a door
And I, I don't mind the pain;
Don't mind the driving rain;
I know I will sustain;
'Cause I believe in you.
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.
Someone else is speakin' with my mouth, but I'm listening only to my heart.
When I'm all alone;
In the great unknown,;
I'll remember you.
It's mighty funny;
the end of time has just begun
Your cracked country lips,;
I still wish to kiss,;
As to be under the strength of your skin.
If there's a poor boy on the street,;
Then let him have my seat;
'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.
Did I miss the mark or;
Over-step the line;
That only you could see?
I just can't fit;
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
They said it was the land of milk and honey,;
now they say it's the land of money.;
Who ever thought they could ever make that stick.
And then you told me later, as I apologized;
That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm
Lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above
No knife could ever cut our love apart
Thought I'd shaken the wonder and the phantoms of my youth
The birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed
I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble
As the last fire truck from hell;
Goes rolling by, all good people are praying