Well my nerves are exploding and my body's tense; I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence
For all eternity I think I will remember; That icy wind that's howling in your eye.
What kind of sign they need when it all come from within
Go 'way from my window,; Leave at your own chosen speed.
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,; All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
A saxophone someplace far off played
When there is no more,; You cut to the core; Quicker than anyone I knew.
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime; Or is it just solid rock?
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,; And the dust of rumors covers me.
They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?; Automobile comin' into style
I'm going back to New York City; I do believe I've had enough
I know all about poison, I know all about fiery darts,; I don't care how rough the road is, show me where it starts,; Whatever pleases You, tell it to my heart.
as long as the world keeps a-turnin', I just keep a-turnin' too.
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
I was in your presence for an hour or so; Or was it a day? I truly don't know.
She got a weird sense of humor that's all her own
They don't want me around; 'Cause I believe in you.
Well, you're on your own, you always were,; In a land of wolves and thieves.
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.
Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,; And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.
You think you can hide but you're never alone,; Ask Lot what he thought when his wife turned to stone.
We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right
Oh my name it is nothin'; My age it means less
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells; I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
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.
Junk is piling up, taking up space
What's lost is lost, we can't regain what went down in the flood
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."
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
Saw you drift into infinity and come back again
The world of illusion is at my door
I like the cool way you look at me,; Everything about you is bringing me; Misery.
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,; Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
This time tomorrow I'll know you better; When my memory is not so short.
Put your body next to mine; And keep me company,; There is plenty a room for all,; So please don't elbow me.
Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?; Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
May you build a ladder to the stars; And climb on every rung.
Won't you come with me, baby?; I'll take you where you wanna go.; And if it don't work out, You'll be the first to know
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
May you always know the truth; And see the lights surrounding you.
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting; That's hanging in the Louvre
I still can remember the way that you smiled
You were trying to break into another world; A world I never knew.; I always kind of wondered; If you ever made it through.
Don't follow leaders; Watch the parkin' meters
Every day of the year's like playin' Russian roulette
She once was a true love of mine
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,; All the pigeons gonna run to him.
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."
He said his name was Columbus; I just said, "Good luck."
You got a lotta nerve; To say you are my friend
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.
You could ride like Annie Oakley,; You could shoot like Belle Starr.
Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch
When I'm all alone; In the great unknown,; I'll remember you.
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing.
