I see, I see lovers in the meadow; I see, I see silhouettes in the window; I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on ; To a shadow
Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here.; Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on.
You can make me cry; Never say goodbye
Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
Some things in life, it gets too late to learn
You could ride like Annie Oakley,; You could shoot like Belle Starr.
The sun's not yellow it's chicken
Boys in the street beginning to play; Girls like birds flying away
I'll give you more gold; Than your apron can hold; If you'll only let your hair hang low
Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man.
Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress
Love is so simple, to quote a phrase,; You've known it all the time, I'm learnin' it these days.
How can I explain?; Oh, it's so hard to get on
All he believes are his eyes, And his eyes, they just tell him lies
Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk; Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.; Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?; You looked a little burned out, my friend,; I thought it might be up to me.
There's always some new stranger sneakin' glances,; Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances
Well, I wake in the morning, Fold my hands and pray for rain.; I got a head full of ideas, That are drivin' me insane.
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
We always did feel the same,; We just saw it from a different point of view
She once was a true love of mine
Silver and gold; Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
People are crazy and times are strange
Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around; Some on their way up, some on their way down
Trees that've stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall.
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized
Well I don't dare close my eyes and I don't dare wink; Maybe in the next life I'll be able to hear myself think
You're the other half of what I am, you're the missing piece
Somebody's got to find your trail,; I guess it must be up to me.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door; Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
I see people in the park forgetting their troubles and woes; They're drinking and dancing, wearing bright colored clothes; All the young men with their young women looking so good; Well, I'd trade places with any of them ; In a minute, if I could
Lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above
there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
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."
The country music station plays soft; but there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off
you remind me of something that used to be; somethin' that crossed over from another century
The treasure can't be found by men who search
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.; He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go; To the valley below
Whatever you wanted; Slipped out of my mind
Build a fire, throw on logs; And listen to it hiss; And let it burn, burn, burn, burn; On a night like this.
If this is love then gimme more; And more and more and more and more.
If there's a poor boy on the street,; Then let him have my seat; 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
Put my tears in a bottle
Screw the top on tight
Everybody's doin' something,; I heard it in a dream,; But when there's too much of nothing,; It just makes a fella mean.
Leaving men wholly, totally free; To do anything they wish to do but die
don't criticize; what you can't understand.
People ask about you; I didn't tell them everything I knew
Those are the hill of heaven, my love; You and I'll never know
In the hills of mystery,; In the foggy web of destiny,; You can have what's left of me,; Where we were born in time.
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim,; That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
I was in your presence for an hour or so; Or was it a day? I truly don't know.
