In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,;
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.

Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain

She knows there's no success like failure;
And that failure's no success at all.

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

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.

Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more

And, when I was through;
I filled up my shoe;
And brought it to you.

I been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down

Well, they're not showing any lights tonight;
And there's no moon.

As his youth now unfolds;
He is centuries old;
Just to see him at play makes me smile;
No matter what happens to me;
No matter what my destiny;
Lord, protect my child

Now you stand here expectin' me to remember somethin' you forgot to say

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.

You got a lotta nerve;
To say you are my friend

My children will go, As soon as they grow.;
Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them.

The party's over, and there's less and less to say

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.

I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet

Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!";
I say, "I would if I could, but, ;
I don't do sketches from memory."

I was in a whirlwind, now I'm in some better place.

I like the cool way you look at me,;
Everything about you is bringing me;
Misery.

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?

As the last fire truck from hell;
Goes rolling by, all good people are praying

And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They'd probably put my head in a guillotine

Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take;
To find dignity

Thought I'd shaken the wonder and the phantoms of my youth

Build a fire, throw on logs;
And listen to it hiss;
And let it burn, burn, burn, burn;
On a night like this.

I gotta go;
Find out something only dead men know

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?

And you, you took me in,;
You loved me then;
You didn't waste time.

Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues;
You can tell by the way she smiles

Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.;
He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.

She knows where I'd like to be;
But it doesn't matter.

I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.

Rock me, pretty baby, rock me 'til everything gets real;
Rock me for a little while, rock me 'til there's nothing left to feel;
And I'll rock you too

She got a weird sense of humor that's all her own

I'm going back to New York City;
I do believe I've had enough

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,;
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.

I must admit I felt a little uneasy;
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe

Trees that've stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall.

Well, I try my best;
To be just like I am,;
But everybody wants you;
To be just like them.

You were snow, you were rain;
You were striped, you were plain,;

When they came for Him in the garden, did they know?

Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory

Well, You've done it all and there's no more anyone can pretend to do.;
What can I do for You?

The world of illusion is at my door

Oh, baby, that god you been prayin' to;
Is gonna give ya back what you're wishin' on someone else

I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead

And they're breaking down the distance;
Between right and wrong.

I'm in love with the Ugliest Girl in the World

The birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed

Satan whispers to ya, "Well, I don't want to bore ya,;
But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya."

Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time.

If you want to live easy Baby pack your clothes with mine

Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse

I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble

This is the key to the kingdom and this is the town;
This is the blind horse that leads you around

We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn

Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift

Gonna sleep down in the parlor;
And relive my dreams

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